This story is a graphic tale of a Dom and his very submissive transgendered male. If you are offended by tales of BDSM and sex between consenting adults the read no further ......... other wise enjoy Feel free to leave honest comments or suggestions, it really does encourage those of us who write to continue... * Having withdrawn my now softening cock I g...
"I don't care, Admiral, I love him!" The whole crowd, humans and Forestivians alike became quite. The only sound was the beating of her heart and the ratcheting breath of Russell. She loved him. All this time he had wanted her, and she loved him. Before he knew what he was doing, he felt his arms encircle her lovely trunk. He planted a deep, soul-shatterin...
A wickedly gleeful atmosphere prevailed among the enthusiastic crowd of white clothed malchicks. It seemed to Lara that more than half of them were sporting masks. That half comic, half sinister mask that Alex had donned in the film for his surprise visit. She thought how like a masked ball on a night of Carnival it all looked, or like a performance by the C...
She tried, she really did. Slipping out of her mouth, dribbling over her lip, clinging to her as if for her own sake, then giving in to gravity... falling, landing with a splat on the cold concrete floor. She looked down in disbelief. She was always able to take every drop of his cum, but this time, whether it was because of his time spent away, or perhaps h...
Chapter One They had picked her up off the casino floor. Not literally, no; she was not lying there waiting to be fucked. It was not as easy as that. Almost...but, not quite. Rather, the raven-haired tomboy with the apple-sized tits popping out of the ragged, low-cut t-shirt promoting some obscure indie rock band, literally thrust her wide hips into them,...
Now Violet faced the lifeguard station, hands bound above her, oiled from heard to toe. Buckets of cold water made a semicircle around her. He reached to the front of her to pull her hips and legs out and back. Her arms stretched against the bonds. A cold dildo slid passed into her pussy until the flat base pressed against her bald lips, like a baby sucking...
Petra Agnes Johnson was tied up, laying on her belly, on the bed. Her legs were spread wide, bent at the knees, held open by the bar that was tied across her ankles. Her arms were stretched out behind her and her wrists were also bound to her ankles. The final rope was looped through a hook on the collar around her neck, pulling her head upwards so she sta...
Last night, Mistress Domme and her lovely friend Betty were both laying back comfortably together on the black leather sofa. They were sipping Champagne and talking as I attended to their needs. I wore a skimpy maid's outfit and black patent heels. It was my very first real life session with Ms. D, after having been trained online by her for several months...
The note was direct, to the point. "One in skirt, panties and blouse blindfolded hands bound before her. The other in a dress and panties. Be ready by 6:00 pm. NO playing!" They smiled at one another. He had called looking for Bob, a wrong number. Trying to be funny, she asked what he was wearing and the fantasy had begun. They talked by phone and e-mail...
I was soaked. I'd been on my way home, finishing a pleasant walk, when the rain had caught me by surprise. By the time I got back home, my hair was plastered to my head, my clothes were completely soaked, and I was freezing. Shivering, I dug out my keys and opened the door, stepping inside dripping. Mistress was inside, sitting on the couch in her pajamas...