I stood behind her; one hand explored her large breasts and pinched the hard nipples while the other slipped easily in and out of her wet pussy and onto her clit. My wife had always looked good in heels and the stilettos she wore made her just a little taller than me. My fingers traced along her black stocking tops, along the garter straps, back across the l...
Abby was beginning to question her decision to make her husband pay more attention to her in the bedroom. She appreciated all of the great sex they had been having since the night she had seduced him with her schoolgirl outfit in his office, but now he wanted to get a little more...creative. Which would explain why she was now tied to their bed. Her hands w...
All the characters in this story are over 18. It is set in England, so the words used are English not American. And this story continues after Heather Chapter 5... * The next week came around as a sunny day - it was springtime now, and I rang the bell expectantly, clutching my secret bag in my hand. It took a while for Heather to answer, then she came to t...
She: As I put the finishing touches on dinner I was feeling a bit anxious. I hoped when you came home you would be pleased with the effort I had gone to for your comfort. I surveyed the table once more and knew I had better get moving if I was going to be ready for you when you walked in. I went into the bedroom to change, checking my hair and makeup in th...
When one hears the word "Mistress," the first thing that usually pops into his mind is a tall, slender brunette, clad in tight black leather and high-heeled boots. While I fit the physical description to a tee, the attire has never been my particular fancy. I'm more of a plain-clothes Mistress, thick cotton name-brand sweats to be exact. I conduct an aerob...
Summary: Tamara agrees to do a little work volunteering...how hard can it be, right? She'll be the cat's meow for sure! Author's Note -- Thank everyone for the kind and supportive emails! If you have any suggestions, critiques, concerns, or comments, I'd absolutely love feedback; I'm very sorry for the long absence; here's hoping I can keep providing storie...
Chapter 4 Nancy's Sisters This is part of a series of events that my wife/mistress has told me to relate in the hopes of improving other couples lives. I would suggest reading them all (in order preferably) to get a clear picture of our female led marriage. A FLM does not have to include the delivery of pain or other kinks that some people object to (I do...
I walked in the house, hot and a little sweaty. I had just mowed the yard. It was a hot day in Texas, nothing unusual about that. What was unusual was what greeted me in the house. Amanda, my darling sweet, submissive Amanda was standing in the living room and she was different! She was wearing these leather boots that came to her knees, black leather bra, b...
Meet Miharu, eighteen years old. She currently attends Nameless High School, resides in Tokyo, Japan, and lives in an apartment by herself for reasons that will likely never be explained. She was walking to class one morning, carrying her school bag as she gazed up at the cherry trees. She wore a fairly cookie-cutter "sailor suit" school uniform, thick squa...
As you strutted around the hotel suite and used me again for your pleasure I was planning your downfall, months of being forced to crawl and serve you had left me screaming for rebellion inside, needing to take control over our relationship just once, to show you the power dynamic wasn't immutable, that you had to be careful not to let your control over me s...