First Week The next morning, I heard Mistress wandering around upstairs for a few minutes before I heard the door to the basement open and Her steps descending the stairs. Then the glow of light for just a moment before She pulled aside the cover of my cage, opened the lock, and without even a greeting said simply and sleepily, “shit, shower, and shave, tu...
This was the place. Heavy wooden beams stuck down from the already-too-low ceiling. Thick shocks of steam wafted from the kitchen, smelling sweet and sour, and mixed with gritty clouds of tobacco smoke. Candles hung inside paper lamps, a fire hazard. To Mel, it looked like any other run-down noodle house in the nation, but this was most definitely the place....
The young sub looked to be in his early twenties. His blue eyes seemed to shine as he looked down at the floor. His hands were bound behind his back and his knees were visibly trembling. His name was Michael and he awaited his beloved Domme, Olivia. It was clear that he already felt sorry for what he had done. He understood that it was his responsibility to...
The boy found himself squatting, not kneeling nobly, or standing strong like a man, but squatting, naked and uncomfortable on a little wooden stool. His knees had been drawn up and cuffed to the harness that crisscrossed his chest, his arms wrapped around them and cuffed securely as well. Hours had passed it seemed, since he had been left here in the dark be...
Greetings all! I can't thank you enough for the outpouring of support you've given me on the first chapter of this new series. Please remember that your feedback is always taken seriously and shapes the future of each storyline. There was such a flood of interest and inquiry about the young child, Rye, that my Muse decided his story needed to be shared. Will...
Hello you naughty girls and boys! He's kissed her feet, licked her feet, sucked on her toes and soles, and he's even done it all when they were dripping with sweat. What could possibly be next? A reward? Tom has a surprising lesson to finish his first day of class. All characters in the story are 18 years of age or older. ***** Eventually Tom worked thro...
Normally, I didn't check my personal email at work. My boss said he didn't monitor communications, but I didn't trust him. It was a Friday night, my girlfriend was out of town, and I didn't have anything to do. I was feeling a little lonely and was hoping my girlfriend sent a message saying she missed me. I scrolled down the inbox looking for her email addr...
First Day It was an odd feeling, not grogginess exactly, but a diminished sense of agency, of ability to resist, of the capability to disobey. They had given us the drug just before the auction, the "vending" as They called it, and it had done its job, on me at least. We had been warned that the vending would be difficult, here where men – sorry, old habits...
This story is based on the Batman animated series universe. This is a fun little fan fiction that is not to be taken seriously. Hope you all enjoy it. ***** In the main room of the abandoned Gotham's botanical gardens, Poison Ivy's large, heart-shaped, bloating Venus flytrap continuously pulsated and pumped essential nutrients into each plant life form ins...
Chena Yang stood on the deck of her ship, arms neatly folded. Draped in her bright red admiral's robe, she surveyed her fleet, and for the thousandth time she swelled with pride. Dozens of junks, each one hundreds of feet long and with a rudder five times the height of a woman, rode the easterly winds across the great ocean. The mighty red square sails of t...