I am submissive to my wife, Helen, who is an evil genius. She enjoys experimenting with ways to display my submissiveness to other women for her amusement and to humiliate me. She is extraordinary and I love her completely. Over the past year she has instituted periodic "Share the Wealth" evenings during which I am to seduce a strange woman and then submit t...
The gray areas had become very wide and ill-defined, their edges fuzzy. There was very little, it seemed, that could be seen as simply black or white. Not good or bad, right or wrong; not happy or sad, love or hate, best or worst; neither interest or indifference, nor concern or apathy. The list just went on—nothing was absolute. Just shades of gray. Nora D...
We ate some blueberry muffins with butter. Karen had another glass of wine. I had another Diet Coke. She had moved from the floor to the Murphy bed while I heated up the muffins in the microwave. The Murphy bed was not in direct view from the window. Karen was naked as required. Her sexual scent filled the suite. No two women on the planet had the same scent...
It was a beautiful morning in the sprawling nation of Irnu. This was not a surprise: every day of every season was a beautiful one. Spring days were bright and bracing, the sun rising into a cloudless sky over dew-bedecked fields. Summer days dawned bright and hot, the heat of the day warming and tanning bare skin, warm breezes wending their way even into th...
Author's Note: Mistress Pepper and Sophie are "anonymized" versions of me and my slave-girl. The real me. All of my stories are (or should I say will be) my memories of a session with a sub. Thus, they are true stories. Only in this version details have been changed to protect the sub. I do live in Mobile about 10 months of the year (the remaining two I spe...
Author's note: This is part of a long story. No part of it is intended to stand alone. I suggest starting with Part 1 In revising the whole story, I've corrected errors, but also filled in a lot. This has inevitably made it all even longer. My apologies to anyone who read it in the original form and now finds it changed for the worse. If you're looking m...
EYE OPENING TRIP-THE AFTERMATH The first few months after my divorce went by pretty painfully. I was morose and unsure what to do with myself. Many times something would happen or I would see or hear something and I would think I have to remember to tell Ann about that. Then it would hit me. Ann didn't live with me any more and we weren't talking. I had no...
The party was packed with people, scattered throughout the large, suburban mansion, 20 and 30 somethings dressed in the carefully casual manner that was meant to look good without seeming like they were actually trying to impress. They were playing pool or ping pong and watching TV and there was food and booze and dancing and laughing and everyone seemed to...
"So what's this I heard about you living with someone? A real firecracker by all accounts." "Yeah?" I looked up from my beer, suspiciously. "What else did you hear?" "Nothing, really. Only that you were hot and heavy with some hot young chick." Matt looked at me closely. I stared intently at the glass before, lips pursed, mouth set. He could detect, in tha...
(Please read part one first – Jodi's Therapy) Jodi had come over for her Monday session and wanted me to help analyse what happened on the night of the club. "They just took complete control over me, doctor. I felt as if I had absolutely no control ... although of course I knew I did." Jodi said, her neck flushed and her chest heaving. I had tried to ge...