Once upon a time there was a Princess called Sandra. Her father the king doted on his daughter even from the moment she was born and began giving her gifts from that very moment. Gold, jewels, toys, ponies, anything the Princess could ever have asked before she even could ask. Upon her eighteenth birthday the king noticed that she seemed disconsolate and sad...
My name is Dave and I am a 27 year old man living in Connecticut and I have a great job, my own place, a nice car, and live a pretty normal life. Other than the fact that I am extremely kinky and love dominant women and wanted a Domme. This is a story about how I met Princess Jazmin. I was home one night and was screwing around online, looking for something...
Morning went great. All of her pupils were exhausted from the previous day. Apparently lust takes a toll. The guard - Jim - returned to his guard post with a slight smile, a signal well received by the others and he wasn't found. Stable boy awkwardly shuffled himself out to the stables, but not without receiving a vial with instructions from Nymsya. Amy...
I am one of several slaves my Mistress Marisa keeps in her household. I am completely owned as are the other slaves that serve her. These episodes are written with her permission. It is my, our story... ******************************** I am taken to a club, the country club for just the type of high-end players you love to know and that LOVE to know you....
Chapter 3 -- Chelsea's Apprentice The work week was extremely difficult to say the least. Princess Chelsea had demanded photos of my lock up at random intervals to prove I was still following her lead. Monday I almost got caught in the employee bathroom when I forgot to turn the sound off on my phone. Someone had come in to use the urinal and I was in a sta...
Wolter sat hunched over the table of the guards' dining hall, shovelling the delicious pile of potatoes and beef into his hungry mouth. All day he had been part of the guard while the King held court. It was boring work, just standing there listening to the drivel of the petitions. At least it was also clear that the King was also bored by it all. But such u...
I am one of several slaves my Mistress Marisa keeps in her household. I am completely owned as are the other slaves that serve her. These episodes are written with her permission. It is my, our story... ******************************** At his door in just ankle chain cuffs, heels and a pink little baby girl dress outfit, I look up at him. He's a huge man....
This happened a long time ago; in the nineteen sixties, a few months after my eighteenth birthday. I'd known Miss Princess since I was fifteen when she and her sailor husband moved into one of the two ground floor apartments in the two storied building obliquely opposite to where I lived with my grandparents. Soon after moving in she started making and sel...
The Tree of Love by Pan Chapter 2: Several miles behind them, the enchantress Tegarus and her master Hamish were leading their own pack of warriors. Jesse, the trader; Stephos, the religious man; Sarah, the last of the slave-women; Alex, the Earl of Castania; and Sampson, the blacksmith. The conversation had died off a few hours ago - Tegarus and Hamish w...
One year later.... Marcus Ross tugged his black rolling suitcase behind him as he trudged through the airport. A long sigh escaped as he thought of the fact that he had less than two days to get ready for the conference, the same national conference where he met Octavia the year before. This year, he was presenting on his research on a new prescription dr...