Celine walked in, took off her jacket and looked over to John sitting on the couch watching baseball. He was eating fried rice rather messily, and had not even given her a second look when she walked in. She was so tired. For hours she had just wanted to go home from work and see her man, but this is not what she hoped to see walking through the door. It hur...
The minute I turned eighteen, I was out of there. My birthday consisted of a shitty supermarket cake and a drunken rant from my liquored-up dad. Happy fucking birthday, Sam. But finally I'd done my time, and my birthday turned the page into a new chapter of my life. A chapter full of freedom, when I could break free from my fucked up family and reinvent my...
Any guy would’ve taken notice. She was on the subway and looked to be in her mid-twenties. Full breasts contoured a red blouse beneath her open jacket. An above-the-knee skirt hugged hips and thighs. Spikes and dark nylons completed the outfit. But it was her legs and shoes that got my attention. And she knew it. In a subtle tease, she moved a foot and dropp...
Slave's head felt like it was caught in a steel vice. Mistress had him in a headscissors, her bodybuilder's thighs wrapped around his skull from behind as she sat on the couch of her bedroom, the knee-high black leather boots she wore locked at the ankles. She was scissoring him hard, pulsing the massive, 30-inch thighs on his head, and slave whimpered like...
Previous stories in this series: Off-Road Goddess, Paddled in the Boondocks, Lunch With A Dominatrix * It was late on a Saturday afternoon that I drove to the east side of the city, following directions that had been given to me by Miss Julia. Near the industrial park where she worked, I turned onto a state highway and continued east just until signs of ci...
one of these days these boots are gonna' walk all over you... Author Note: this story is based partially on real events. The fictionalized ending represents her fantasy version of how things might have gone but didn't and she penned the little ditty for him to read and enjoy after he returned home. Even before a single word was shared between them, she was...
i found my sexual awakening watching one of His videos. Seeing two tall individuals dressed in full skin tight rubber as they are kept in a cell, now i wasn't turned on by the rubber itself — i was interested in the man behind the camera:-The Master filming the rubber slaves. i delved deeper into The Master's profile, finding His other videos, videos of Him...
A few weeks into the new term, Miss Linda came to stay. Miss Annabelle brought her home after a late night party at the students union. It was the first time she had brought any class mate back to the house. I learned later that Miss Linda had fallen out with her flatmate and she was now homeless. "Wanker! Come here NOW!" Miss Annabelle called as they arri...
Pete was extremely satisfied with what he had done to both James and Marco and he knew neither of them would dare tell any of the other gang members what he put them through out of pride. Neither would risk the humiliation. The next day Pete was all dressed in his leather and boots and enjoyed time at home chatting online to friends and perverts whom he'd se...
That evening, the older boys had been very quickly adjusted. Due to bringing nearly nothing besides for comic books, the third-hand Chevrolet that would probably sink to Hell any day now, and two trash bags of clothes they'd been hiding from their money-hungry father, they were pretty satisfied with their new small space that consisted of two beds, a 15 inch...