The women I find most attractive invariably make me function as their submissive. That's the way it is, don't ask why. If you need word pictures, here they are: I'm naked and on my knees before them, I perform humiliating chores at their command, I suffer punishment at their hands, I lick and kiss their footwear (and their feet) and whatever else they want l...
Apologies for taking so long to get this chapter done but life does get in the way. I'll try to do better with subsequent chapters. *** As I made the short drive to my house I had to decide how I was going to handle this. Should I blow in and reveal that I knew or should I let her tell me in her own sweet time? Since we both slept nude and had for years,...
Di gently stroked Trent's dick with her red nails. "You like that, Trina, you little bitch?" she whispered softly in Trent's ear. "Mama may want you to go suck some dicks for her later worthless little tranny-bitch." She lay next to Trent in her low cut blue velvet embossed chemise and scalloped lace trim. Trent, for his part was wearing pink stockings and...
Mischief and sexuality hung heavily in the air that summer. It was the summer my friend Stacie and I ran the children's theatre at the summer stock theatre where we had done our college internship. We worked hard and so in the evenings when we had free time, we played hard too.... One night Stacie, William and I had one of our "special" meetings after dinne...
My name is Kyle Blanchard. A big and tall young Black man of Haitian descent living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. By day, I'm a Massachusetts State Police Officer. One of the many patrol units keeping order in the cities, towns and highways of the Commonwealth. At night, I'm something else entirely. What am I? The answer will surprise the hell out...
I opened the door to the first of my guests - Michael Cisse and Amanda. Michael was in his late thirties, Nigerian by birth, but has been living in the UK for many years. He ran a successful import/export business, importing Nigerian agricultural product into the UK and exporting British furniture and luxury goods to Nigeria, for the country's growing rich c...
Being confined inside the iron body cage was completely different from the stress bondage of the shibari ropes. Without the constant pain that knawed at my muscles and at my mind it was the time for the latter to wander. Not that my confinement within this tight little triangular prison was anything more than comfortable by comparison. My wrists were still h...
This love started with a break up. When you're fingering your girlfriend's best friend's sopping wet pussy, and you get drunk and tell your girlfriend, it's pretty much bound to happen. But that's for another time, perhaps a prologue? Anyway, let me tell you about myself, my name is James, I'm 19, 5'4", and weigh roughly 200 lbs. I have short dark hair, bro...
Note to readers: thanks for all the feedback and ideas! Hope you enjoy this chapter! Once again, the limousine moved through the brightly lit streets of Las Vegas. My heart raced as the butt plug continued to warm deep in my ass, and as Derek and his friends took turns kissing me, sucking on my nipples or teasing my pussy. Jeff unzipped his pants, and Dere...
Foreword When I first typed this story up, I submitted it for posting in the "B.D.S.M." category. It does have all the elements that are necessary for that and at first, it was accepted there. I was pleased when it received a lot of readers viewing it. But I have done a lot of reading on this website since then and I've come to realize that this story is m...