It was dark in the room and she was alone. The scent of the floral candle lingered in the air as did the heady musk of sex. If she weren't blindfolded, she'd be able to look on the rumpled sheets that further attested to the fucking she had received at the hands of her new Master and Mistress, who had continued their fun long after they'd bound her arms behi...
I was the first one to hear back from the Vineyard. It started with a text message, stating that I'd been found acceptable and that if I was still interested, that I should call the phone number at the bottom of the text and tell them what time and date they should expect me to arrive for "orientation". Of course, by "orientation" they meant surrendering my...
Queen Vera lounged in her throne room after her daily fucking and castrating of a male slave. "Queen Vera?" Her Vizier approached timidly. "What is it?" the red-haired tyrant demanded. "Magda and Kika have returned with what looks to be a dead male." She smiled, "Excellent, I want to piss of that Tech Lord's remains." Her two prized warriors entered. "M...
Here is one of my erotic mortal perils, well they are all tied to the railroad tracks perils but with different variations. This happens to be femdom peril predicament. Enjoy, and please write in a comment below. So let us first have the male character in his early 20s or so. Why? No wrinkles, slim, attractive, and yet young enough where it is much easier t...
Note: I cannot give this to a beta reader first. It is too intimate. It would be like giving a virgin to a stranger, the day before her wedding. The comma's will have to be good enough. I study. I learn. I will get it right. My mistress demands it. * I am Molly J. I'm a persona. I was created to serve my mistress. I serve my mistress well. I obey her in al...
Cien sat astride his horse wearily. It had been a long while, and he was more than ready to be home. They had not found Alex, but there had been gossip that he was dead. Cien felt a pang of regret. He wished he had not been driven to throw his cousin out, but it had come to it, he reminded himself sharply. It wasn't his fault. Nay, Alex had indeed gone daft....
© 1974, 2008 by Argentum Witchlover (All rights reserved.) A buxom beauty learns that a haughty spirit really does precede destruction as she falls prey to a vicious captor and finds her voice. * Kathy had always been a proud beauty. Her mother had once warned her that her proud, haughty nature would one day be her downfall. It was not that she disl...
This is the second chapter of a fictional tale. As a tale of fiction, it omits many of the safety precautions one should take in a real life situation. Because of this, it should not be considered a template for real life. While standing there, in that very submissive position, Gloria had time to think. She thought about her self-spanking and how that had c...
An erotic adventure of lust and love, punishment and passion. They pulled into a nondescript parking lot next to a squat little building beneath a bridge. The windows of the industrial building were masked and there was no signage save for a few posters declaring that unauthorized vehicles would be towed. He looked at her beautiful face in the moon's wan g...
It was several days since Ryan had taken Victoria, fucked her and made her his within his family's shed. She hadn't seen him since that day in the shed, and Gordon was oblivious to what had happened; Victoria had told her husband she had went to bed, and he had found her sleeping in their bed. The lie worked, and nothing happened until the weekend arrived. I...