Rome 95 AD I have no memory of returning from Tarentum where twenty three met her fate at my hands. In my room at the gladiatorial school, I wept with sorrow from the depths of my heart. A key turned in the lock on my door and I sat up wiping my wet eyes. It was number eight. Her face was grim and on the verge of tears. Those who fell that dreadful after...
ARRIVAL She'd be home soon. I wanted to get everything cleaned up. I wanted everything neat and organized for her arrival. Dishes to wash, crumbs to get out of the couch, and countertops to clear up: everything was a bit of a mess. The idea of her finding the house, her house, in this state would have caused me a panic attack. That is, had it not been f...
Author's Note: There is archeological and written historical evidence to confirm that women fought as gladiators. While many were slaves from conquered territories, women from all classes of Roman society fought in the Coliseum and just about every arena in the Roman Empire. A carved relief from the 1st century AD depicts two female gladiators with shields...
Once Again--For Megs [This story deals with fetishes as well as discipline and bathroom activities. Those disinclined to read about these matters should not proceed further.] At first, Marion was delighted when her dominant daughter Karen informed her that they would be having brunch at Judith Sloan's new restaurant, Ladies First. Life had been difficult f...
Editor's Note: this story contains BDSM content. Macedonia Moriarity was a bit of a cock-tease. Well, she really was one. Maci didn't give up her coochie very often, and when she did, the guy really had to make her happy. One challenge that Maci had never gone for, and it intrigued her, was the idea of teasing and torturing a female, particularly a rich bi...
It was a short trip to the pizza parlor, and as Lana and Fabain walked to meet with Elizabeth, Jeff, Susan, and Ralph, Lana didn't have quite the same swagger as she did before her recent plowing. Fabian chalked this up to nothing more than a good job, having recently left what he knew was a monstrous pile of jism in Lana's ass. He didn't mind the change in...
After they finished breakfast, the sisters walked over to my dirt-and fresh sweat-soaked nudity, and Helen ordered me to kneel, knees very wide, hands behind my neck, back arched. This was very arousing to me. I was so owned, so utterly owned, so naked, and sweaty and dirty and exposed, while they were so elegantly (though casually) dressed, and I was instan...
This is obviously a work of fantasy, not logic - be nice to each other. And read the first two parts if you like - it all follows on. Naomi stood in front of Christina, blue eyes downcast, her thick, chestnut hair shading her face from Christina's stern glare. They were in the study of Christina's home. "Say that again, please," Christina commanded, the 3...
Stacey wasn't sure her mom and dad would have approved of the "training" she was getting at this expensive camp her coach had recommended. Her high school cheer coach also being the head of the camp was the primary reason she was here, along with her natural athleticism and mom and dad's money. Coach Natasha had a fondness for her, to say the least, and made...
My name is Jolene Brown. I'm a six-foot-tall, good-looking, blonde-haired and green-eyed white woman living in the city of Buffalo, New York. I'm a student at Buffalo State College, majoring in sociology. I basically want to understand people and why they do what they do. I also like to dominate people. Especially Black women. These sexy ladies from the inne...