I cannot believe I'm on a plane on my way to start my new life as a Submssive. How did I get here? What am I expecting from this stranger? Who would've thought an Ad in the paper would have me even consider being a sex slave. This is how did I got here. It started with me, a somewhat to-myself 20-year-old sophomore with a double major in chemistry and biol...
11 May 93 (Fourth Age), Emyn Arnen I am named for the father of a legend. In his time this father claimed a measure of renown, but that was three long Ages of Middle-earth ago, and to history he has been lost...save in a name of nearly forgotten heritage, and as inscribed upon faded pages in dusty books of lore. His son — perhaps the greatest in our people'...
This is my first attempt at a submission. This is based on a teenage fantasy but includes a compilation of characters, none totally real. Depending on the response, more chapters will follow. ***** My story takes place in the middle 1960's when I was about 45. My name is Molly, the mother of two girls who our now adults but at the time of this story they w...
Since my earliest memories I have loved women's feet, both bare as well as in elegant sandals, boots, and shoes. I grew up in a house full of women, and while I can't say I was outright sexually attracted to my mother and sisters, I always enjoyed shopping with them to watch them try on shoes. As an adolescent, I relished my sisters' friends sleeping over, g...
So I have this plastic fetish, or to be more precise, a fetish for plastic or PVC pants. For a long time I thought I was alone, but browsing the internet I found that a plastic fetish is not unusual, albeit often in combination with ABDL, scat or complete outifts, none of which I'm interested in. I'm into just plastic pants (no pun intended). After dabbling...
"Erica, I don't know if we should be doing this," he said almost whisper like, as if there was a hidden microphone in the hotel elevator. "Don't chicken out on me now. You're the one who wanted to meet up, remember?" She invaded his space, and playfully tugged the cuff of his shirt. "Talking about it is one thing, but actually doing it--" She kissed him h...
Chapter Two She has violet eyes, Cassius thought to himself. The slave girl quickly withdrew from his mind has he came upon his sister's black steed, flanked by her husband. Her stomach was plump beneath her sheer purple gown, indicating she was heavy with a child but Cassius was unsure of just how far along she really was. Velorina never really called u...
Chapter 2 – Dressed to impress 'Too right,' says Ben, 'treat the little whore, keep her in a skirt, show her a good time just like a lady.' He smiles 'I'm delighted with the both of you. In fact take my Mercedes.' He tosses his car keys to Jack who catches them in stunned disbelief. I didn't know what to do, my mind a whirl of mixed emotions. I needn't have...
I'm looking at the room upside down, my head hanging off the edge of the hotel bed. Not quite enough for all the blood to rush there, but enough to enjoy the vision of lamps seemingly springing from the floor like fountains of light. I'm just out of the shower, and if I don't get myself together soon, my hair will be tangled and impossible to style. But I ca...
Some mornings you wake up and the sunlight wafts gently through the window and warms the room slowly, deep breaths filling your nostrils with the sweet scent of springtime. And sometimes you just wake up with a boner. Your mind is trying to catch up to your body's already heightened state of arousal, possibly caused by some dream you can only wish you rememb...