All of a sudden it became quiet in the room as I was instructed to open the front door. There were half a dozen teenage girls, including my Mistress Teri, watching and waiting. There I was, in my pink nightie, fully made up and completely hairless on my body. There stood my ex wifes lover. "Well what do we have here?" he sneered. The contempt in his voice w...
Cont. of Latina Big Bootied Amazon and a toned, chiseled, muscular Aryan Adonis eyeing each other hotly and then disaster strikes in the form of Her Highness La Comtesse Matilda??! With purposeful steps the Comtesse walked up to the hapless Stripper and smacked a possessive palm onto his right buttcheek with such force that the frequently Femdommed Boy yelp...
Author's Note: This is my first submission to lit, and I welcome any constructive feedback. This is an actual letter I wrote to share my thoughts and feelings with my Mistress when we had not been able to be together as much as we would've liked due to illness. Hope you enjoy. -T ***** My dearest Mistress, I pray that I am not overstepping, I just wanted...
"What the fuck?" you yell out loud. Heads turn to look at you with curiosity. "I'm sure you heard me quite clearly." she says adjusting her glasses. Her dark brown eyes are smiling at you. "Arrgh..." You mutter getting up from your desk. Fucking bitch! You push past her and storm your way to the CEO office. She smirks as she lay...
I really wanted to hold her so I reached down and picked her up. She is a lithe little beauty and posed no serious physical effort to hold her, her legs wrapped around me and looking into my eyes. I started dancing to the music in my head and swayed back and forth with her. I started swaying around the floor and began to hum softly into her ear. I could hear...
I followed him out the elevator, trailing slightly behind him. He turned back, and offered me his hand. I placed my hand in his, my heart beating loudly in my chest. What was I doing here? I didn't know this man. I was in a strange place with him. No one knew I was here. Should I leave? Make a break for it while I still could? He squeezed my hand gently and...
Addiction as defined by Webster's Dictionary; dependence on, or commitment to a habit, practice, or habit-forming substance to the extent that it's cessation causes trauma. Can two people become addicted to each other? His power drew me in the first time we met. We met innocently enough; he answered a personal ad I placed online. I had met dozens of other...
She got up from her position and he heard her approaching near to him again. His desire was building more and more by the minute as he lay there helpless to her. He heard her rummaging through something. Then he felt something very soft tickle his side and down his leg. He thought maybe a feather, but then again, it was not as soft as a feather. He felt the...
This one’s written by special request from a fan. I always like to accept a writing challenge. SP. What reason would a Mistress ever have to marry her slave? She asked herself this question many times before she married her favourite slave. The answer was simple: she loved him. She loved him in a way she had loved no other slave, and she decided she wanted...
Tom still hears her, even after the disconnection of the line. Her breathing had been his while it played along his nerve endings to her soft sighs and moans. He wished he had been a fly on her wall, watching the beautiful, erotic picture she made as her body reacted wildly to his voice. Ashley had answered the phone breathlessly, telling him how much she h...