This is the first piece I've written in years. I hope you all like it, and I would like to post a few notes. This piece belongs in multiple sections, and is obviously going to be a chapter piece. My continued writing will depend on the responses I get from readers! This is the beginning of a bondage / nonhuman / non consent piece. If you do not care for any...
My name is Melissa Joan Rhodes. Friends call me M.J. I'm originally from Plymouth. I'm currently a student at Norris College in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. At first glance, most people dismiss me as another Valley Girl type. I don't know why. It's what I come off as. Simply because I stand five feet ten inches tall, lean and athletic, with long, strai...
Copyright 2008, 2009 hammingbyrd7 Chapter 1. Time: Friday, December 21, 2018 4:05 PM EST, nine kilometers northeast of Burlington, Vermont "Are you sure you know where you're going?" Jada looked at the driver with only a tiny hope of getting her roommate to give up. Once Emily had her mind latched on an idea, she had the tenacity of a Maine lobster ho...
Part 5: Domination and Slavery (conclusion) Synopsis: At the inn in Her Realm, MzDominica demonstrated Her glass-covered sensory deprivation chamber, showing how the use of Her Voice as a subliminal soundtrack could be used to program slaves' minds to obey her, so very deeply. Mistress Black, who owns a chain of spas, made a deal with Dominica, to use the "...
********** At the end of this story, please vote and leave a comment for the author. If you wish for the story to continue, please let me know. ********** The forest was eerily quiet. The creatures of the night seemed to know that evil was amidst and stayed in their hidden lairs. The moon, full and luminescent, shone through the canopy of tall, wicked tre...
(Author's Note: I have endeavoured to make this story as readable as possible without people having to know or read the previous Wolf stories on Literotica. However, feel free to go back and read the others. And if you want, leave some feedback too, it's greatly appreciated...) * The room was cold, bare, windowless, uncompromising: perfect for interrogatio...
Author's note: This will be my 100th submission to Literotica. Over the past four-plus years, it's been a pretty wild ride, and I appreciate all of those who have commented on my work – good, bad or indifferent. I've tried to share some of my life, some of my fantasies and tried to write stimulating stories that make people think. For my 100th story, I deci...
This evening, you pick me up at my place to take me out for dinner. I am wearing a simple black dress, sheer black stockings, and my black stiletto heels. We chat pleasantly as we drive downtown, neither of us acknowledging the electric crackle of sexual tension in the car. When we arrive at Caprice, my favorite French restaurant, we pick a spot upstairs i...
Nella noticed him weeks ago. A young man with charisma, and unlike so many of the young neophytes, he didn't show up in the library in a T-Shirt and jeans. He always came dressed in at least a fine shirt and slacks that were perfectly fitted. The Tate Estate Library had the largest collection of black magic knowledge in North America. It also had plenty of w...
Samantha headed to a sports convention in Atlanta. This was nothing new, she had been to dozens of them throughout the years. She was used to being the only young black woman in a room full of older white men, it was just the nature of her business. She held her own and was never intimidated. In fact, sometimes she was turned on by the fact that she has just...