Robin arrived home from work about 5:30 on Thursday, he still felt a little apprehensive about what happened Tuesday night with his sissy friend Patty, and he hoped he might get to talk about it with his wife Morgan. He really enjoyed wearing the corduroy skirt outfit she bought for him, and he loved being a sissy whore for his wife and Patrick, her "boyfrie...
When Anton Janacek received the news that he was to be transferred back to Prochody jail to be interviewed about an historical rape allegation he went berserk. Arianne Voric watched with deep satisfaction as the three woman restraint team went in to his cell. They were very good. Their special training in techniques of control meant that the prisoner stood n...
Part Two: Sometimes You Can Get Too Much Of A Good Thing It was my third week at Faster Pussycat and it was fast approaching midnight. I was totally exhausted. I'd been on my knees, cuffed and manacled to a humbler and spreader bar since just before nine pm, and a seemingly endless line of young women had come into the storeroom where Kelly had installed me...
He shivered as he looked up. There, on the stair, slowly coming down, was a boot of shiny, scarlet PVC. The platform and high heel perfectly cradling the graceful foot, raising the arch, tipping the shin forward as the woman descended the steps. His eyes followed the long laces up her leg as she came into view, the top of the boot, a sheer, stocking clad kne...
**Author's note: this is a BDSM story concerning a husband and wife who both get sexual pleasure from her domination of him. If that doesn't interest you, don't read this.** It was summer. The slow death of summer, with the shadows lengthening by the day. Outside, a lawnmower droned somewhere in the warren of suburban streets. The day's heat had dissi...
**Written for my Mistress Louise** Part 1 The phone call came in at 2.45 pm and Paul answered with the usual friendly and casual Hello. The woman on the other end said she had seen his ad in the local paper and wished to hire him for the night. Paul had something planned but needed the cash so quickly agreed. After agreeing to terms of what she was seeking...
Author's note: This is the second part of my story about pimping out my bootboy, and as described in the introduction, this part was written from HIS perspective. He wrote much of it but his work needed lots of corrections, and in fact, I had to send him back to the drawing board several times. When I was pleased with his work I took it from him and made ma...
He looked like a caliph, straight out of the movies, seated on a pile of pillows and furs. He wore a black silken robe, belted with a royal purple sash that held a jeweled dagger. Close to his right hand, on a golden pillow, like a lethal snake lay a coiled, leather drover’s whip. At his left was another man, wearing a burnoose and robe. He prote...
Sister Persephone of the Order of No Mercy: A Special Session with Mistress Persephone Trembling like a schoolboy who forgot his homework, I rang the bell to Arena/Blaze. Although I was punctual and had the correct tokens for Mistress Persephone, I was still nervous that something wasn't right. I always want to please my mistress, so I pay attention to ever...
I managed to figure it out. Erica wanted me to get myself off in the stands while watching her play in the third round of the Gingersnap Open tennis tournament. I had puzzled over how to make this happen for many hours before I came up with the solution. Luckily I had resolved the problem just before I had to leave to go to the match. I got some very baggy...