WARNING: This story contains reference to an often misunderstood form of BDSM relationship called Daddy/little girl. To be perfectly clear, it has nothing to do with either incest or pedophilia. It is a depth of emotional bond between a Dom and submissive that intensely mimics the father/daughter trust. Anyone that has read my story, The Arrangement, knows w...
The Slave, because he really doesn't deserve a real name, although he must have one to be used outside of his private life, came home from work at 2:30. Nothing was different, so he went about his normal and required routine. In the mud room he placed his work bag on the hook, and then neatly placed his brown work shoes on the bottom shoe rack. In his bedr...
"What the hell is this?" Tom wondered aloud when he spied the shirt and pants, hanging on a hook at the foot of the stairs in the basement. They were not his. "Those are Jimmy's," his wife, Pat, hollered back at him from the laundry room. "He leaves them here and changes when he works." Jimmy was the handyman, specializing in home improvement, currently pa...
By now most of you who might read this know me, at least a little. And you know these stories are real, with the exception of the conversations, which are more how I remember them than real. I mean honestly, who can remember a conversation from last week, much less months and years ago? This took place in the spring after Paul and I had begun dating. Maybe...
I've known Billie for about 4 years now. As a scoutmaster I've worked with her, via email and such, coordinating the troops that come out to help clean up her property during the Civil War Weekend at the plantation/ranch she manages. I've never seen her in anything but period costume...one of those big hoop skirt dresses. Blue...it's beautiful with her tiny...
BTW, this is going down as one of the top contenders for an exciting/hot scene/hook up. He is a regular lover that I only get to see every so often. I was told to wear a skirt (I added crotch less panties, and half cup matching bra) and to show up at 10, go straight into the garage. I arrived, went in, and there was a chair set sitting to the side in the...
Amy looked down at her slave Lisa, her former husband, which now appeared very effeminate. He stayed perfectly still on his hands and knees in front of her, not only because of his obedience but also the shock that he was finally able to cum with just the stimulation of his Mistress's strap-on. She looked down between her legs and saw the thick dildo protr...
Martin nibbled between where his wife's thighs used to be, now just short soft stumps. She begged him to go slower. "We have all weekend," she cooed and thrust the dark brown skin around and over his face. "Eat mama's pink pussy." To him, those were musical words, almost as sweet to his ears as, "Kiss my stumps darlin'." No matter how much she wanted him to...
This chapter takes place in the immediate aftermath of Chapter 12. This chapter is to "make up" for the previous plot-advancing chapter. This is also "my solution" for Marcos. Cheers! ****************** Marcos knew something was bothering his brother, but he didn't know what exactly. Stuart had been moody many times before, but this was something different...
I opened my left eye, then my right. It took some time but eventually I realised I wasn't going to remember where I was, how I got here or why I had a foul taste in my mouth. I looked around. I was lying on a double bed. Fully clothed in my dark suit and tie. I felt hungover but had no recollection of drinking. My last memory was the hotel bar after dinner,...