Dynamic servitude: A Master to a Daddy A slave to a son Part two. Cager's slave walks towards the address that The Master provided. Each step he feels his heart flutter, his palms sweaty and a dry taste in his mouth as he feels the nerves creep in the nearer he gets to the address. The app on his phone interrupts his thoughts and says 'Turn right a...
He wasn't very happy when he discovered his parents were interviewing for an au pair. He was 18, and more than capable of sorting his own meals etc out if mum and dad were away. Why couldn't they just take his screeching baby sister away with them instead of leaving them here with a stranger? It disgusted him that his parents had another child so late in li...
Author's note: A few weeks ago, my friend Anna, a consensual slave, told me about a dream that had upset her. I thought it would make a good story, but (as often happens with dreams) she had woken up just as events were coming to a crisis. I asked her how she thought the dream would have gone on if she'd dreamed it to the end, and she suggested three differe...
Prologue Hi there. My name (of course, changed for the obvious reason that I am not suicidal) is Jones. I am a black male, I work as a janitor at this all white school. I live in a big city nearby, and have held my job in this rich white satellite town for about 6 months. Basically, since the Man let me out on parole. My life is a typical tale of the youn...
I'm not going to bore you with a big intro, just a friendly reminder that comments and suggestions are greatly appreciated and encouraged. ***** The chairs to either side of him moved. Lucien kept his eyes firmly on his drink as Devon and Remi flanked him. Zak sat on Remi's right and Seth to Devon's left. "We'll have whatever he's having," Remi told the G...
All characters in this story are over 18 years. ***** Late one night in early summer Roy Samson parked his Toyota Celica at the far end of Robe Street and walked to a single-fronted cottage on the opposite side of the road. He had been given this address by one of the senior partners in the solicitors' office where he worked as an articled clerk. The twen...
At Grover Cleveland High the swimming classes were held in the vast echoey basement pool, smelling of chlorine. There were bleachers rising on both sides to be packed out in the event of a competition. There were Corinthian columns and painted windows in the upper walls. The atmosphere was gloomy and... Well, full of possibility. For one reason. Classes...
Hello! Thanks for clicking on my story, I hope you enjoy it! It contains lots lewd acts I should warn you about. Including but not limited to big giant black Transgender dick going into a small tight white boy butt. White boys being spitroasted. White boy sucking a woman's cock. A little bit of blackmail and coercion, but the white boy ends up loving it. All...
Once upon a time - on a crisp, clear autumn afternoon - William P Snyder was driving home early from work; he wanted to surprise his wife by coming home earlier than usual and take her out to a movie. He thought in order to save time and make a matinee he'd stop off and grab some burgers to take home. So he pulled down his car's sun visor - where he kept cou...
PROLOGUE.... "They say that in every generation there is a child born unto the world with the ability to foresee the future. Not "THE FUTURE" but a possibility of one that might happen if the path of man stays on course. They call it, THE SIGHT. "Destiny is part of that, we are all given a chance to prove ourselves, to lay in a course and let the wind guid...