All she could remember was thinking ‘it’s got to end sometime.’ But unfortunately for her, the ending was nowhere to be seen. She had allowed herself to love once too often. And for that, she had to pay. And pay she would. In tears. And pain. And in silence. Tis often said that the mind knows things the body can rarely comprehend. It was true in this case....
Amethyst took a long shower, enjoying the warm water as it slid down her body. She closed her eyes and put her face into the stream as her hands moved slowly down her breasts. Her nipples were still sore from the nipple clamps her Master had used earlier in the day, but she still teased them, her fingers moving around and around as she remembered how he had...
Raion had no doubt that the day must come when Sakura left Him. Realism is a component of Japanese culture. Yes the past in an intrinsic part of the present but the future must bring change by its very chaotic nature. Sakura was but a flower in the bud, the bloom she would become would need experience in the garden of life in all its forms to be magnificent...
My name is Sharon Joseph. I'm a six-foot-tall, dark-skinned, big-bottomed and very voluptuous young Black woman living in the city of Ottawa, Ontario. I'm a third-year student at Carleton University, majoring in the field of Business Administration. Lately, I feel like I'm going nuts. Living a double life is starting to catch up to me. I'm gay, but my friend...
My name is Peterson Jean-Pierre and I'm a Haitian-Canadian brother living in the City of Gatineau, Quebec. I was born in the City of Montreal, but I've been living near the Quebec/Ontario border for some time now. I attend La Cite Collegiale, where I study police foundations. One of these days, I can see myself working in the field of law enforcement. Just...
John was already at the table drinking coffee and reading the paper when Ice and I joined him."Good morning John, sleep well?" I asked being polite. "Like a baby for the first time in years until the alarm clock went off this morning." he said winking. Ice had went and brought the coffee to the table with sugar and cream and started a new pot. Poured mine t...
This is another in the chronicles of sclabh (Irish for slave). Sclabh is a 24 year old female police officer leading an off duty life as a submissive of Ms Brigit O'Toole. I knelt at Ms Brigit's feet, my usual position, knees spread and hands interlocked behind my neck. In this position my cunt and tits were always available to my Domme. Ms. Brigit, spoke...
I moaned on the long thick cockstem in my throat, making the head twitch, my lips tightening round the base, as the leathery, tiny scaled, living whip cracked lightly across the full width of my bottom. The huge balls of the Snake-demon upon whose cock I was eagerly nurselling pressed against my chin a little harder as his tail arched more strongly, his stra...
My name is Jeff Evans and until two days ago I was just an ordinary man working for a living as a lawyer, at the moment I am on vacation spending time up at the lake house that I once shared with my wife Stacy who took it into her head to leave me for a much younger man. While I am on vacation I like to start my day down on the dock fishing. Why fishing? It...
This story follows the path of one girl or woman through a world in which humiliation is a core part of life. While many things are "normal", many things are not, as societies are so intrinsically focused on humiliation, it shapes their way of life. Politicians campaigning for office are not unfamiliar with being pantsed in front of massive crowds...