Panic upon waking was only dulled by the bastard headache behind her eyes. Dehydrated. Dizzy. Disoriented. Dirty? Then the punishing recollection. Shame quickly crowded out even the most severe symptoms of her mammoth hangover. Abby felt bare yet smothered. A clammy sheen of perspiration clung to her pale white flesh. Others still slept alongside her in th...
I recently turned 43 and I felt a darkness overcoming my life. It had been 18 months since my husband departed. He was driving home one night, when he stopped to help someone who had broken down. They were setting him up and tried to rob him. In the process they shot him. He had not returned from work and I began to panic. He never stayed out late. I began...
She was waiting outside the railway station. I was looking for her but couldn't find her. She called me and asked me to stop where I was. I still couldn't see her but I stopped. Just like magic she appeared, she knocked on the passenger side window of my car and asked me to unlock the door. I didn't react, I couldn't react. I was mesmerized by her looks. It...
This is the fourth chapter of my wife's execution of the punishment poem I submitted to her suggesting ways to atone for my inability to control my orgasm. Please review the earlier chapters for the full poem and the humiliations I have been forced to endure because of my failure. I did not think she would actually perform all of these cruel punishments on m...
When Bobby arrived and knocked on the door of the well-kept house, his heart was pounding in his throat. He had searched a long time for the right caregiver and he was nervous that the whole thing was a huge mistake. But the woman's manner and voice on the phone had been so comforting that he had decided to brave the long drive and give her service a try....
You walk into the nightclub with your friends smiling at the people wearing their costumes and masks. You forgo the Mardi Gras costume deciding to just wear jeans and a long sleeve shirt. You walk up to the bar and order a beer then go sit at a table with your friends. The music is playing and you smile enjoying the festive atmosphere. It doesn't take long a...
When life takes a turn for the worse, sometimes fate – or God, or destiny, or whatever it is you believe makes sense of all this – looks back at you and realises you've had more than your fair share of hardship. After Jack's alcoholic stepfather beat him to a pulp that last time, so that he was lucky all his teeth were still there and would be lucky to recov...
This story is dedicated to Ms. Karen-Anne Brown and all the amazing Nifty transgender writers who wrote mind control stories back in the 90's. I grew up reading Nifty stories and always loved the mind control category so I felt compelled to try my hand at it. I hope I did all the great writers who have come before me a little justice. Please also check out m...
We chat all the time on the internet about all sorts of sexual fantasies; we share things we don't always want others to know. Today I'm writing about an evening of dominance, submission, and role reversal. Tonight starts out a little differently from most date nights. I got permission from my Master to make all the arrangements for our date. I booked our...
“Come on Sally it’s time to go. We are going to be late as it is,” Jack said to his wife Sally as they prepared to leave to the family night supper at the Temple Street Baptist Church. “I’m hurrying Jack,” Sally replied. “Let me look at you before we leave,” Jack said. He took a good look at his lovely wife. She was wearing a white blouse with a dark bra t...