\Her curiosity had always led her into situations that left memorable marks on her life. This past weekend -- was no exception. She had prepared herself mentally, or so she thought she had, for what she was about to experience. She almost backed out for this was so new and different -- the area of BDSM. And, she wondered about all the people she would meet a...
My husband wants to be dominated. By me. Well, it would be a scary prospect in itself, and it surely would break up a marriage or two. Mine is already breaking. We are hanging by a thread here. And one of our biggest problems is sex. Lack of it. I am a slut. Really. I am still, for all intents and purposes, a closeted sub. I had a medical fetish before...
I'm going to be using this as a diary at the request of my new well basically she'll be my girlfriend soon enough right now we'll just call her my partner in crime. I'm never gonna write back dates but I have had an interesting life sexually up to now so sometimes I may flash back when a story is relevant. If you end up reading this and know me, never ask m...
Amla looked around furtively as she entered the tiny internet café. She did not want to be seen by anyone, least of all Rocky, the arrogant leader of the neighborhood gang. Rocky had been trying to get her attention for the past year. In a small town like Shimla, gangs like his had great power and Amla feared at the recklessness this power might infuse in hi...
© 2009 Roi-Tan Smokes [All characters are fictional and over the age of 18 years in all scenes, without exception] * Prologue. Just so there's no confusion here: yeah, my mom's last name was Smokes, but she didn't name me Roi-Tan, like the cigar; no, my mother had nothing to do with my naming. In fact, she didn't even know she was pregnant with me until...
It had been four years since Bill left the neighborhood and it fell largely to me to keep the wife active as a slut and in the D/s lifestyle she'd adopted. In what follows it should be appreciated that by this time I no longer cared who in the neighborhood knew she'd been Bill's slut, that Bill let other men fuck her and that she was still active as a slut....
Diesel City stretches like a rusted ulcer across the northern United States from Chicago to Cleveland. Motorcycles, trains, and airships constantly roar through the city streets belching smoke and rattling the oft-broken windows as great factories churn out everything from muscle cars to atomic bombs. Women tend to fall into three categories: Dames (easy lab...
It was our local BDSM group's monthly play party and Goddess Diana had me dressed up well for it. She had personally handpicked my outfit for that night, and when she saw me in it she couldn't help but tell me I looked "damn sexy." It was an old "diner girl" outfit we found at a costume shop, one piece with red and white stripes and a skirt part that cut of...
As Christmas approached I was delighted to receive my 'official' invitation to the BDSM club's Christmas party. This was held every year and all the Doms looked forward to it. It was, apart from a very entertaining event, the one time of the year for us to show off. It was, loosely, a fancy dress dance; although, traditionally, no dom wore fancy dress (just...
Author's note: Here's Chapter Five of "Slave Girl Emily." This is the second and last of what you might call the "defecation chapters." It contains one brief and (to my mind, anyway) intense scene of paraphilia. But you can skip it if you like! Just do this. When Karen says "this will be educational," use your browser's search function to find the word "copr...