Chapter 21: Darcy and the Arena Ross was helped out of the arena by two of the female slaves. At one point he was afraid that he might sexually respond to the barely clothed, very young and very attractive slaves. Since their job was to help him, they were actually concerned about him, helping him up, giving him nourishment, supporting him, and eventually r...
"May I see Travis?" Katie asked shortly after stepping into Diana's office. "No, you can't; at least not yet. We haven't even talked." Katie appeared flummoxed and made no effort to hide her disappointment. "You just got here! And you called me late last night. It was New Year's Eve for god's sake. Your call was unexpected and I've hardly had time to proc...
This is part II of what we hope will develop into the Saga of Bliss.. Thanks to all who wrote... We hope your encouragement paid off! "Good you are awake." A female voice says as she pushes a straw into her mouth. "Drink this," she says, "it will restore your strength." Bliss sips the cool refreshing liquid. "My name is Tamara, you are to be my Mistress onc...
Author's Note: This story contains adult content. Do not read if you are under the age of 18. Additionally, this is not an accurate representation of slavery or non-consensual sex at all, as it exists in a fantasy setting. Non-consensual sex or sexual acts and sex slavery in real life is highly immoral and illegal. All characters in this story are above the...
The elevator doors slide shut and Sissy Kimmi taps the special access code into the keypad. Then she presses the "PH" button. In few seconds, she'll be at Mrs. Henderson's place on the top floor. Mrs. Henderson is not the type of woman who sends invitations to sissies. She's the type who tells 'guests' where to be and when to be there. Her handwritten summo...
The Players Introduced The house, such as it remains, is now quite far from the reach of any but the most determined. Those who made it their home are now dispersed throughout the world. Should you meet them, in bars or restaurants, or even walking down the streets of their new suburban climes, they will invariably deny the events I am about to relate. You m...
"Obedient Muslim Husbands, now that's a group that needs to be promoted more heavily," Rana Ali said to herself, and the six-foot-tall, curvy, brown-skinned, raven-haired young Kuwaiti Arab Muslim woman smiled to herself. Sitting on a throne-like chair in the living room of her plush townhouse in the City of Al Farwaniyah, State of Kuwait, Rana Ali was immen...
I had heard how they were going to pair us but I still didn't know why I was matched with you. I knew I was a sub and had signed in as such when I arrived. I had seen you from across the room several times during the night and had admired your curves, your smile your hair. But it was the way that you carried yourself that told me you must be a domme. The con...
On the night of her twentieth birthday, I had given My slave jenni the choice of where to go for dinner, and she chose a popular seafood restaurant along the wharf. Fortunately, I had called ahead to reserve a table by a window overlooking the bay, and W/we enjoyed a fantastic dinner watching the sun slowly set and the moon take control of the sky. "How do...
A polite telephone conversation followed weeks of email. A date and time was set. The ground rules were simple: we would meet for drinks at an elegant old Nob Hill hotel. I knew that its lounge area offered privacy among the sumptuous, overstuffed chairs and sofas. It would be drinks, and only drinks, if she did not want to proceed. But if she did want to go...