As a couple that likes to play with other partners, we got bored with the usual evenings. We experimented with different role play sessions and move on to one that is nearly BDSM in nature but without the bondage. It consists mainly of alter-egos and special outfits. Sometimes one of us is the master, other times we're both the toys to be played with. For to...
You open the door and see me standing there. Sheepish, like always. You smirk and unlock the outer door and turn back into your place. I follow inside and lock the screen and close the door. I instantly see you have a female friend over. I didn't know this was going to be the case. I freeze. Your friend looks at me and turns to you. "Who's this?" she asks....
[FM/F; D/s; bondage; humiliation; blackmail] Synopsis: This story is the first part of a 5 part assignment written for a Taskmaster from the BDSM Library Academy. The instructions set for this assignment were to write a fantasy story about a sexual rendezvous with a real life person who I despise. The Bitch is just such a person and in this first part, my a...
Author's note This story was co-written with another author called Vintage. *** Lillian Garcia was very nervous. She'd been informed by her boss Eric Bischoff that he was unsatisfied with her work as RAW's ring announcer and until further notice she was a backstage interviewer again and her first interviewee was none other than the new WWE women's champi...
As usual she showed up around a holiday. Thanksgiving this time - a time for family and friends. Of course. She knew it would be hard, almost impossible, for us to deal with her. We couldn't toss her out on the street in front of my mother-in-law. So she had a place to stay for a little while. Someone to prey on. It starts small - snide comments, impatient...
It was a calm sunny day. i had gotten all of the housework done in a reasonable amount of time. Master works until 5pm i make sure i have supper on the table. By the time Sir walks in the door, i am on my knees wearing nothing but my collar, waiting by the front door. Sir looked like he had a long day. He looked at me and gave me a little smile as he said...
Copyright 1999 - 2010 Revised 2010 I love reading and writing dialogue, from Jack London and Ernest Hemmingway, to William Faulkner, Elmore Leonard and Eudora Welty. To me, dialogue places one IN the scene. Often times, when dialogue is extremely well written, I can HEAR the characters talking to me. And so, I've tried to emulate these writers by attemptin...
Veronica walked into the room. She had just finish working out and was dripping with sweat. She was a sexy Mexican woman and all ways been a bit of a bad girl. She was nymphomaniac sense she was 13 and had a mean side to her. She was 55 years old. She had gray hair that was cut down to her shoulders. She sometimes wore it in a bonnet She had a smoking body....
I'm going to be brutally honest here, folks. I hate bitches. I hate everything about them. They're wicked, evil and manipulative. They think that having a vagina grants them special rights. They ruin the lives of good men. They destroy entire families. They bring down whole organizations. They are agents of chaos and destruction and I hate them for it. I pit...
"Good morning bitches." This phrase, quickly followed by a hard slap to Lita's face and a rough pinch to Trish's nipple caused the WWF divas to slowly blink their eyes open to see a naked Torrie and Stacy kneeling over them with menacing smiles on their faces. "You sluts are awake, finally." Stacy said. "Yeah, we called you at least twice. We must have re...