It's been about eight months since I was captured. By now I have gotten a better understanding of the women tribe. I've even picked up some of their language. From what I've gathered, the woman who are around my age (18 years old) are sent out into the jungle with a handful of the tribe's best warriors to try and capture a male. They bring him back and he i...
March 22, 2011 Today is the day I will meet Domme Fiona...to say I am excited is an understatement! I have been absent from BDSM for about 3 years now, and I have no clue how I will fair. This will be an exploratory session to discover my current level of play. I will be leaving work around 10:30, and should arrive at her dungeon around 11:00 am this morni...
Wisps of hair falling across my cheek, I raise my hand to brush the soft curls aside and notice you watching me. You're standing maybe two feet behind me, though the space seems much~ closer. I can feel your hungry eyes lingering on the soft swell of my full breasts, descending over my tight ass, to my bare tanned legs. I tell the man behind the counter that...
I woke up in a dank basement chained to a four poster bed. Standing next to me, head bowed, was a man I didn't recognize. Lithe, well muscled, fairly young, and attractive, with short brown hair and brown eyes, maybe 22 or 23 years old best I could tell. His erect cock was sticking upward, as a young man's will, apparently from some manipulation by our Mistr...
2 weeks later Sharon knocked on Dr Schmit's door and poked her head in "There is a man here who says he sold you your car. He says he overcharged you." "Oh?" I wonder what this is about she thought as her belly did a little flip flop. "Ok send him in." "Hi Doc. Was in the neighborhood and thought I would try to catch you at work. It seems I overcharged...
Copyright 2008. All rights reserved. This material maybe not be reprinted or posted on any other internet site without the expressed written consent of the author. Harry looked up at the mirror and surveyed his circumstances. He saw that he was bound fast to the table; wrists cuffed together and pulled tightly down behind him below the table; head and n...
[Caution: If you are in any way offended by armpits/underarms fetish, then this story is not for you. Feedbacks are welcome from connoisseurs of armpits.] As Harry entered the packed dance floor, celebrating Christmas-eve party, first he was blinded by the very low level of light. But as soon as his eyes got used to the light, he saw the attractive shapes o...
Dave Calahan was lucky to still own his Mattress Store. After a nasty divorce his e-wife got everything else. The arrangement got so bad that he secretly lived in his store just to keep it open. With no house to call home he was forced to utilize his own place of employ to lay his weary bones. It was either that or impose on his Sister Lucinda and her family...
Slave's head felt like it was caught in a steel vice. Mistress had him in a headscissors, her bodybuilder's thighs wrapped around his skull from behind as she sat on the couch of her bedroom, the knee-high black leather boots she wore locked at the ankles. She was scissoring him hard, pulsing the massive, 30-inch thighs on his head, and slave whimpered like...
I was walking to the library to carry on with my studies of some old manuscripts they kept in the basements. The hot summer day has led the undergraduates to stripping down to the bare minimum acceptable clothes, the amount of creamy smooth female flesh on display was a torture to me. As 26 year old PhD student on the wrong side of being nerdy, I had no regu...