To be her thing. That is what you want, what you have always wanted. What you think of, lying there awake or dreaming--you are not sure which. To exist as her object. To be used for her pleasure. To have no say--none. How would one explain this wish to be used, to be abused, to any "normal" human being? Don't we all desire "respect"? Isn't the very id...
Meet Bass, which is short for Bashir Malong, a six-foot-seven, dark-skinned and ruggedly handsome man originally from the nation of South Sudan. Bashir is definitely more than he seems, and that's just the tip of the iceberg. A lot of people, upon meeting the tall, handsome brother with the deep voice, wonder if he's some sort of professional athlete, and Ba...
The time until the wedding seemed to fly by as I made the arrangements. As each day passed Mika's willingness and desire to please me only increased as did our love for each other, which proved to me that I had made the right choice when I picked her to be my slave and wife. About a week before we were supposed to leave, I had taken Mika for the final fittin...
Although this story is written to stand on its own, for context it is helpful for the reader to be familiar with some of my other stories. And remember this is only a fantasy. My name is Susan McAllister and for the last eight years I have been married to the most wonderful man in the world, my husband Jeff. Together we have a beautiful daughter named Sa...
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...
We had agreed to meet at a convenient hotel in early evening. I had arrived earlier and had checked-in, showered and changed. I waited in the car park for Amy to arrive. She came a few minutes later… and we went into the pub together. Amy looked a little flushed … I guessed that was because of what we both expected to come later … or perhaps because I knew w...
I was in a really bad mood that day. Looking back, I realize that was no excuse for the way I behaved myself, but hindsight is always 20/20. My Master and I had dedicated the entire day to running errands, but it was hot outside, the air conditioning in the car wasn't working, and I was bitching about every single thing under the sun. My Master is a very pat...
Ma'am felt i had been trained well enough to be taken out in public. I picked Her up and drove to the industrial side of town. Here in an old warehouse behind a blue door was a discreet club. This club was open to the BDSM/swingers lifestyle. I was to be introduced to the community. I had helped Ma'am dress earlier. She chose a lacy bra that accented Her la...
I have a craving. It's always there – I can usually muddle my way through it but it never fully goes away. Weeks and months can go by without having to succumb to it. But eventually, the craving builds and builds until it must be soothed. I know I must start the search for one who will take control. I need someone, someone strong and dominant, who knows what...
My new slut ginger called me yesterday as she was down in Silicon Valley meeting an old boyfriend. She told me she was bringing a nice bottle of wine for her lunch with him, and that she was already so horny from being on the end of her period that she was going to find it hard to keep herself from fucking him, but she wanted to save herself for me if I coul...