Lydia stepped back. Stuart's slave, Sasha, had just given her a rocking orgasm and she felt entirely unsteady in her spike-heeled boots as a result. "Would you like a drink?" Stuart enquired, ever the concerned host, ensuring he catered to his guest's every need. "Thank you, yes," Lydia whispered. "Thank you for the use of your slave," she continued. "I'm...
She sat awkwardly on her feet, naked, gagged and blindfolded. Her wrists and ankles bound from behind with a length of the roughest rope she had ever felt. Her voluptuous tits were tied to make them all the more bulbous and their skin taut; all the better for marking, bruising and bleeding...so Master had told her. Clothes pegs, attached to another length of...
(This story involves a lot of humiliation of the main character, futa on male action, incest, and other fringe fetishes. If these aren't your thing turn back now. I also wanted to give credit and thanks to the artist Mafen for the above picture which helped inspire this story.) The hall is quiet. You were pretty sure nobody was at home. You creep carefully d...
Why is a tough Saudi guy like Mohammed Ibrahim crying like a little bitch? Well, it might have to do with the fact that Mistress Habesha, the Ethiopian dominatrix from Montreal, Quebec, has her fist up his ass. The big Arab man squirmed on the table, but to no avail since he was bound hand and foot by thick steel chains. Mistress Habesha cackled gleefully as...
Peter Grayson woke up late that morning his head ringing from his hangover. Slowly getting up out of bed, he made his way over to his bathroom washing his face in an attempt to wake himself up. Looking up in the mirror, Peter checked himself out. Peter Grayson was eighteen years old with short brown hair and brown eyes. He was tall with a muscular body and s...
The music at the bar is kind of loud for my taste, but it's the only place nearby that my roommate can get into. Everywhere else walkable checks ID at the door and she's only 19. After bailing on college upstate she had moved to the city about six months ago. I think this is the only bar she's ever even been to. Billy and I haven't lived here long either, so...
Sally Harris was an English teacher in the local public high school. She was 45 years old and somewhat plain looking. She was not ugly by no means but she was not what you would call gorgeous, either. She was 5’ 6'' tall and was slightly overweight but still decent looking. The most noticeable quality that Sally Harris had was her breasts. They were much lar...
Long ago in the land of Farhone lived a wicked enchantress called Eilwy. Eilwy was feared the length and breadth of the lands because of her evil ways. People talked about in hushed tones in smokey taverns and brothels, and indeed in King Azure's court itself. One day Eilwy was walking in Fandorn Forest, looking for certain rare mushrooms with which she migh...
When most people think of Lebanese women, in those rare moments they bother remembering us lovely eastern ladies, they think we're ultra-conservative and repressed, whether we're Christian or Muslim. Me? I'm the one Lebanese chick who breaks the mold. I'm the wild one. I was born in the town of Hasbeya in the Republic of Lebanon, but raised in the City of Ot...
That is not dead which can eternal lie and with strange aeons even death may die. **_- - - - - - _**From the endless abyssal void that abides without the boundaries of our universe, the mad, dead and dying deities of old reside, as they slowly lose themselves to the infinite darkness. From this space, a single whisper sounded. It was in a voice that could on...