"Slave! Wake up." I heard his words and I jerked awake. "Yes!...?" I didn't know what to call him. My eyes already trained on exactly where he was over to my right. He was laying on his side in the dirt like me, he looked very comfortable. A demon in his natural environment really. "You may call me master, or Baalkin which is my name here." I nodded. "...
Down to the laundry with the suit in hand, I find myself smiling at the secret mischief I pulled with it the night before. I promptly head to the kitchen, grab a quick bite to eat, and get items prepared for breakfast. The drab staff is just having their usual banter but after yesterday I feel a changed woman. The breakfast bell summons me, and I do a quick...
Hello everyone. It's been a while I know but I'm back. Today or tonight, whichever you're in right now, we're delving into some serious BDSM sado-masochism Slave/Master dynamics. So if you're not exactly into sado-masochism punishment or are disgusted by it you've been warned now. Like 'Femboy Caught In the Locker Room' this story is a back and forth coopera...
Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and the characters bear no resemblance to any persons living or dead. It is a pure fantasy and highly improbable in real life. Please read this story in sequence if possible. Comments, feedback and votes greatly appreciated. Appreciate the few comments I have received in the past and I apologize for the de...
On my break at work I often log onto to various spanking websites to drool over stories and pictures. I am always careful to delete my browsing history before finishing my break. So I was startled when Winston, an Englishman who transferred from London to our branch in New York a few weeks ago, sat beside me one afternoon in the break room, and whispered "I...
Author's Note: This is the second installment of the Tiara Tara series. It is strongly recommended that you begin by reading Part One. Submissively, Barbie * The jagged teeth of the clamp bit deep into the sensitive skin of Tiara Tara's right nipple, the sheering pain stabbing at her besieged mind like a red-hot poker. "Silence, my sweet cock-hungry wh...
Ch.7 So where do we go from here...???? But the Royal lass & Her commoner beau couldn't keep their hands &... er... various body parts off each other in following days, weeks... months. Johnny boy usually got erect in Her voluptuous presence but was circumspect enough not to dare to take Royal Virginity that might create a Royal scandal which would create p...
"Oh please Anna! Please, please?" My husband Dan pleads with me. We have been playing various games, for some time. We both enjoy Dan's desire to be submissive. Every Friday night Dan comes home from work, and for the entire weekend, he goes along with various humiliations. He seems to be very tolerant. When ever I think I'm being too severe, he reveals la...
The cold Chicago wind of the winter of 1948 blew through the grand entrance doors when opened, bringing a chill to the grandiose yet austere municipal building. He dropped to his knees before her in the hall outside the divorce court, and pleaded with her not to go through with it. She stood regal and pompous in her fur coat, enjoying seeing him squirm, and...
1 Now the common belief is that any man who wants to wear women's clothes is gay, and that the heterosexual crossdressers who claim to be straight but "just like the feel" of silk panties and so forth, are being, well, less than candid. Be that as it may, heterosexual and homosexual crossdressers are in fact distinct psychological types. To be sure, ther...