End Game Miriam is dead. Nothing else is important. You don't die that soon, not after your first surgery, do you? If I'd known I'd have gone to her, I don't care who would find out. I'd have to. But then, no, I wouldn't. You know that. I couldn't let her husband know, her kids know, and leave her dying in bed and needing them while they worked through kno...
The first broadcast of Transformation and Titillation was nothing short of a resounding success. Thousands tuned into the program and tens of thousands discussed it in forums and message boards. Debates quickly arose about whether or not the transformations were real and how to become a contestant. People knew so little about the fantastic events they witnes...
This story is based on a game "Who Wanna Be a Bimbo" created by Dahakma; it can by found on TF Games. The game, despite its simplicity, is really absorbing and entertaining. It turns out, it can be inspiring as well. ------------------------------------------ My name is Nick and I decided to participate in a TV show called "Who Wanna Be a Bimbo?". It comb...
You were walking in the rain. You'd just brought a porno about dominant women. You went to get a taxi cab. There were two people already in there. A gypsy came by and tried to get in. "Can you make room?" she asked. "Sorry, lady, it's filled," you said. You told the driver to drive. She muttered some gypsy curse at you. You get home and t...
Furiously, she stared at the short, buxom blonde fastened to the post on the other side of the game board. What could Master even want with a little slut like that? There was no need for another slave in the house, even if it was just for a weekend. She squirmed angrily, her hands held over her head by the steel restraints. Master and his opponent were both...
Gyn's fingertips gently caressed my upturned bottom, the hem of my short leather dress having slipped upwards as I knelt on the floor. My knees slid further apart as I pushed my body lower; she then began to slowly rub my sex lips, a fingertip pushing the little hood over my nubbin upwards as I moaned softly... "Can you please stop doing that?" I asked as I...
It's late, but not a long walk to your apartment. It's not a familiar part of town to you, but the GPS has yet to steer you wrong, and it's still moderately light out, in spite of the hour. A left turn here, crossing the street, and then it should just be a few more blocks until you're home and able to kick back and relax. You're dressed in normal attire, a...
Chapter 4 - Big Bad & Little Red I slipped into the alley beyond the back hedge, and quickly discovered that it isn't easy to cut a low profile wearing a wrinkly oversized coat, rolled up trousers and a scarf up above your nose - at least not on a warm late-spring day. Not to mention the red high-heeled shoes. I leaned out into the alley and plotted a route...
Pick a character. Any pairing is allowed. Don't go too overboard.What's next? Samus Link Peach A Fire Emblem character Mario What's next? Samus Link Peach A Fire Emblem character Mario...
Introduction The purpose of this essay is to describe a series of rituals a submissive or slave passes through to reach a state of complete servitude. It originated in a post I made to the thread in the BDSM bulletin board on Femdom, Tantra Ritual and Kali started on 20/03/2009 (click here to see thread). This thread started with an invitation to discuss a...