From his desk inside the office of The Daily Chronicle, reporter Dirk Peterson gazed at his screen. There had recently been reports of robberies committed by a scantily dressed woman. They had all been on convenience stores and other soft targets. No one had been hurt, but they were still crimes nonetheless. She had been nicknamed Domino, as she always left...
"You can go now, Beau. We are finishing work for today. Put the chains on their pussies again and let them here for the night." She watched as the mulatto girl obeyed her. "Good girls," she said as she caressed one of the fillies. "You have given your cream for the first time; there will be others, because this thing is very important to us humans. Tomorro...
My Dom walked through my door. He immediately dropped his bags and removed his jacket. His eyes were fixated on mine the second he walked in. I stood against the wall waiting for him. As soon as he set his things down, he walked quickly toward me and seized my body and my mouth. We were instantly connected. We held each other tight as our mouths were pressed...
My man has a different job. He protects. He searches. He pursues. The work is mentally demanding and he works strange hours. But today is his day off, and he rouses about 10AM as we have a mixed bag of errands to run. I don't have a lot of time with him so when we are together I try to make his day special. My man knows what he likes. He chooses and buys my...
Twelve. That's how many cousins packed into my grandmother's tiny apartment every Christmas. We were usually the first to arrive since we were the oldest and could help dig out the song books, set the table, and take every folding chair or comfy cushion we could find and strategically place them around the tree. Aunts, uncles, and cousins ranging in age from...
I sat there in the stall, the stockings tight on my legs, trying to catch my breath. I ached for some release and slowly started stroking myself. My other hand played with my nipple, twisting it hard. The stall door was still locked. I peered out of the holes in the side of the stall but no-one else was around yet. My wife had caught me indulging in my nasty...
--- Chapter 2: Attempted escape, and punishment --- I gasped air. Water. Fresh water! I plunged my head back into the blessed, muddy, warm liquid and just drank. I was alive, I would survive! Water! Finally I sat up and looked around me, laughing for the first time in what seemed like years, my full belly wobbling as I did so, dirty water flowing down my f...
Jack and Tom were sitting in Jack's home office when Sheryl came home from the gym. She was still wet from the hour long workout with her female trainer and wanted a shower to help cool down. She popped her head in the office to let Jack know she was home and she caught herself when she saw Tom. Tom was a client of John's and one of her favorite's, she lov...
Foreword This is a Femdom tale that takes place between my ex and me. It happens a few days after the events depicted in "Rounds". Once again, I had been able to negotiate a scene where she was the top. Being very repressed and very highly sexed made for a dynamite combination; when I could get her to play at all. I find it interesting that she never wan...
Gareth rang, sounding excited. "Man, have I got a subject for you. She's a fuckin' goddess, and says she's right into it." I'd met Gareth a few months previously, when I was doing a magazine photoshoot at a Goth/S&M club called the Vault. We got to talking about photography, and he said he knew a few girls who'd be willing to take part in the sort of shoots...