All characters are completely fictional and over 18 years of age. ***** Mia stood outside the concealed entrance of the club, took three deep breaths, and entered. She had already passed all the health tests and had consented to whatever was about to happen. There was a receptionist dressed in a crisp black and white suit sitting at a desk in a small room...
Thank You Severusmax for editing and helping me with this story! He walks back to his desk, waiting for her to show up for work. He looks at the clock: she is late again! He doesn't know why he keeps her around, as her work is starting to slack off more, she comes in late a lot recently, and now he has discovered this new problem! What is he going to do wit...
It was around 9.30pm when my brain had done me in to the point of exhaustion. I'd actually wiped myself completely out with negative thoughts that Sir didn't want me anymore based on something he'd said that I took the wrong way. Just because he said he wanted me; that didn't mean he wouldn't get sick of me in the end. It was only a matter of time really. I...
When His e-mail arrived just before lunchtime, she silently rejoiced as she read it: When you get home from work, put on your collar, go directly to the bedroom, strip off everything but the collar, and put on the clothes I have set out for you. Arriving home, she followed the instructions immediately, although she was quite bewildered about the clothing on...
I originally posted this story almost two years ago, but lost the other parts of the story when my computer crashed. I am reposting this part and will be posting the other parts of the story over the next few weeks as I finish retyping them. While I may post some fictional stories in the future, all of the events in this one and the other parts to follow are...
The crop was laid aside after I had administered it the tenth time. It hadn’t been a harsh whipping, but your arse was red and pleasing to my eye, and I hadn’t broken the skin. I ran my fingers lightly over it, and saw you flinch, but you didn’t moan or say a word. I went to the cupboard and got out some soothing ointment, and from here I could see your face...
Chapter 2-Enter the Slave girl In came the Mistress's husband Master Thomas who is a little shorter than me at 5'11" but has more muscle mass and is built like a wrestler which he did in college. His salt and pepper hair give him a more mature look like George Clooney or Mark Ruffalo. It gives him a more commanding image especially since he keeps it short c...
Hello, I'm delighted you're interested to learn about my high school days, which have just finished – my recollections of a young girl learning the real meaning of 'life,' discovering those innocent teenage joys of sexual pleasure, losing my virginity, and leaving school very 'sexually active.' The school I attended is a private school, hours and hours awa...
The hot steam clouded round My head as the stream of burning water hit My chest, stinging My pink nipples. Running down My body, My pussy bathed in its warmness, already wet anticipating today's session. Shaving My triangle of soft down, I made Myself feel sexy. Stepping from the shower, wrapping the towel around My chest and butt, I didn't bother getting dr...
You have lived in the same l cul de sacyour entire life. It's not a bad place to life, very much a part of suburban America. It's just not very exciting. You live in a large White House that looks the same as all the others on the street, probably a ploy by the developer to keep costs down. Every day you see the same boring neighbors, have the same boring ro...