She stepped right up to me in my personal space, but had a shy smile. As she composed herself to speak, she offered me one of her white gloved hands, but instead of waiting for my hand she simply grasped my penis, as if in a handshake. "I am Katarina. Please call me Kate or Cat." Kate had a thick Russian accent, sounding very different from the robot. I co...
It was a beautiful fall day as Alexander made his way across the quad to the campus library. Beaming rays of sunshine took the sting out of the crisp air and leaves crinkled across the ground as a light wind blew them about. He unzipped his coat, relaxing it around his tall, lean frame. His nostrils inhaled the unique aroma that only a New England autumn cou...
Those of you who are familiar with my stories know that I have a desire to express the concept of prick teasing as a consensual sexual role play. I have always been fascinated with it, particularly in the context of it as a subset of female domination. As you are probably aware by now, my techniques are not the typical sadism or degradation / humiliation tha...
It was early and the small bedroom was dark and cold when she awoke. Fall weather seemed to be coming early this year. Looking at the glowing red numbers on the alarm clock she saw it would be going off in just a few minutes, so she got out of bed. In the kitchen she fumbled through the heap of dirty dishes in the sink and pulled out a coffee mug. After bla...
You march all day long with your platoon, marched up and down and stood at attention. The sun was ablaze and the day was full of heat, but what kept me attentive was those feet in your combat boots. Your boots seemed like a size 12. All black and heavy duty. And just the size of it, i can imagine how your feet smell. Even the size and shape of your feet imp...
Notes: This story is for foot worshippers and boot lovers. Specifically for admirers of women wearing shiny Hunter wellington boots and people who love to wear them too. ***** She strode down the busy streets, head under her large umbrella. The pedestrians she passed on the pavement, and the drivers in their cars, all had the same reaction. Eyes were drawn...
Sally worked for my parents as domestic help. I always found myself drawn to her. She was unusually tall at an even 6 feet. Her features were quite attractive but she always dressed in plain clothes with no makeup with her hair tied in a severe bun. Did I mention that Sally also belonged to my parents? She was a robot, which were common domestic companions i...
Author's note: This is the third and last installment of how I pimped out my bootboy to one of my friends. It was written with his assistance as a ghost writer and is from HIS perspective, although I made lots of detailed enhancements. It was a bit odd putting myself in his shoes, as I am always writing from my own female perspective. But I think it turned...
I had really been getting into this whole begging thing, showing my little BootBoy something, making him want it, then making him beg for it...and the best part was telling him no and NOT letting him have it! In the case of this particular evening of boot-based fun and games, my tease and denial activities involved making him beg to kiss or lick my boots,...
I lived an ordinary life as a married mum and doing accounts for a small family business until my husband Richard was promoted. This meant we had to move South but the job came with a house and was close to my parents for baby sitting. An additional perk for Richard was membership of the golf club. The new house was on the outskirts of a village next door...