I woke up to the cold heat from a concrete flooring. I was in my dungeon. I'm a 37 year old woman, I run my own dungeon and I have a few slaves the frequent, as well as a single female slave who stays with me constantly. I looked up and there was Amanda. She was on her knees, head down and holding out a tray with my coffee and cigarettes on it. I looked at h...
You make me dizzy Miss Lizzy the way you rock and roll ~The Beatles~ * * * * * It is getting very difficult for me to concentrate on what I have to do today. I am impatiently waiting for the damn repairman to arrive. He is going to fix my washing machine ... the fucking spin cycle is out of whack or something. I don't have much of a head for mechanical thi...
It had been surprisingly easy to abduct Faith and bring her to the old abandoned building where he was holding her. With a little information coaxed from his Hardware Store cashier, he was able to find her class schedule and dorm, then observe her habits for a few days and devise a simple plan. His plan went off without a hitch, and he soon had Faith in re...
(This is a continuation of a previous story, where June - a 1950s housewife - caught a young neighbor watching her pleasure herself upon a washing machine.) * She hung the laundry to dry. Went around to the front of the house, opened the gate in the white picket fence and began walking down the tree-lined street. A few minutes later, June was knocking on...
Edited by Susurrus Early evening fell, and the entire resort felt the electric air of expectation. The events of the past two days had set the tone Steve had been aiming for: a feeling of freedom and acceptance, as well as one of hedonism and lust. As they got comfortable with their experience, most guests had become more and more public with their sex ac...
I found this on my PC recently. I have posted this chapter in the 'BDSM Category' although I originally intended the story to develop as a Bisexual three-way novella. This opening chapter will only appeal to readers who enjoy the idea of lesbian 'forced straight sex' with a male. It was inspired by something that happened a long time ago to a guy I knew. I...
It was Saturday and things were progressing as planned. Increasingly his mind bright and aware at work slipped into the groove of total submission and focus as soon as he returned home. There was still work to be done, but soon he would be a total servant, slave, valet, waiter, vassal, chattel. How perfect. She purred. His wit, his strength, his success and...
It is getting very difficult for me to concentrate on what I have to do today. I am impatiently waiting for the damn repairman to arrive. He is going to fix my washing machine ... the fucking spin cycle is out of whack or something. I don't have much of a head for mechanical things. I am incredibly horny though ... none of my slaves are available at this ti...
This is the first part in a series of indefinite length, but Pt. 2 will be along shortly. Don't forget to vote. I hope you all enjoy Katie as much as I have. This story has been written for Kathleen. * Dear Obedient One, You have always enjoyed being dominated. You appreciate the confidence needed to control someone else, and the self-control needed to k...
The weekend was intended as a surprise with a difference! He drove them down to Devon early one Saturday morning. The autumn colours were magnificent en route, as he deliberately skirted the main motorway. She was gagged, and sat respectfully alongside him as he drove slowly along the Exmoor road, through timeless villages with their charming pubs. She had d...