As I was driving to my college roommate's apartment in Oxford, I wondered about her new love, who had moved in quite recently, but whom she seemed very enthusiastic about. I needed some good news, as I was still very depressed about my recent divorce, and didn't feel very good about love or myself. Susan had insisted that I come and visit for the weekend, s...
"Calm yourself precious." "Yes, Sir." "From this moment until the time you remove this collar, you will address me as Sir, or Master. For this time I am your Master. Am I understood?" He asked with such authority in his voice that it made me quiver. "Yes, Sir." "Stand up." I did so without delay. "Spread your legs." Again, I obeyed. He promptly put h...
Her phone goes off letting her know that she has a text, She opens it and sees that it's from Him, her Master. "I'm coming to see you tonight." is all it reads. She glances at the clock. 8pm. She thinks Ok I've got some time. She grabs a towel and runs to the bathroom. Just as she gets to the bathroom door her phone goes off again. She runs back into her b...
The next morning, Iris awoke to the sun streaming in through the windows. She stretched in bed, feeling well-rested. She took in her surroundings, reminding herself where she was. Her body felt warmer than usual, heat pooling in her groin, her breasts tingling and sore. Still laying down, she brought her hands up to her chest, running them over her breasts...
Later that evening, after we had dinner and put the kids into bed, I go to my room to find the outfit my master had selected earlier. It consisted of a skimpy skirt (one I had made out of a pair of old jeans that had lost the knees). A black bra that was two sizes too small (this meant my tits fell out of it -- more cleavage) and a tight sheer black top. The...
Author's Notes: This is a piece of Raceplay themed erotica I wrote based on a real life experience I had a few years ago. This is purely role play and fantasy. As a black woman, I do not support racist views or racist ideology. Serious emphasis on the PLAY in raceplay. I understand that this fetish is taboo to many but I would never kink shame someone for wh...
Today, I felt sad again for the millionth day in a row or so it seemed. Upon waking up, I felt like I had not earned the right to love or live. Each day, my fight to survive gets harder but somehow easier. But why am I not capable of changing my own mind... I don't feel like I even deserve you, daddy. But you... You always know what to do. You assign special...
The best and final part, Chapter 3B The Proposition I was sitting on the floor gasping for breath, trying to recuperate, from the best wettest blow job, I ever had. I guess I'm a freaking weirdo. Because blow jobs and hand jobs, leave me sexually unsatisfied. I want my cock buried deep in a woman cunt, when I come. Betty was sitting across me on t...
"Shit! I'm going to be late again! Crap!" I yelled to absolutely no one. I ran to my tiny closet and threw open the doors. I pulled out a heather grey Theory pencil skirt and lilac silk blouse that I had purchased on my last scouting trip to Italy. I ran around searching for my keys and couldn't find them anywhere. For having the typical small Manhattan apar...
"Maybe plastic pants would help," Epiphany said to my father, as I stood there, pants around my ankles, having just had yet another whipping for bedwetting. This time, in front of my college crush! I love Epiphany so much. We call her "Piff" for short at Buttermilk State, and she is easily the cutest girl in the junior class. Because of Father's rules, f...