The paddle never left her side. Never, at least it seemed, though I'm certain it was accurate to say rarely. It seemed she always had it with her, either in her hand, or within easy reach. Always. At that moment, as I was on my knees, bent over the floor in front of the couch, naked except for a tight pair of black jockey shorts, carefully picking up every...
This is a work of fiction, something that trickled into my brain years ago, and I ignored, until I plotted it out, having seen that both BDSM and Incest is something that people seem to like to read. This story does not relate anyone living or dead, but it is partially and very loosely based on research I once studied while researching for a paper on deviant...
Martin is in big trouble. After turning the tables on Warden, he was unable to escape the complex when several of the officers arrived back unexpectedly. Now, standing before Warden, she aims to dish out some serious punishment for the humiliating acts he put her through. Warden the turned and looked across at the women in the room. Wanting to humiliate Ma...
Part one of this series is in Transsexuals and Crossdressers, "The Creation Of Shanna" might want to read it first. There isn't a lot of Bondage in this, mostly examples of domination and control. Enjoy the read. ............................................... Edie Montrose sat at her new[temporarily]desk, wondering what she had gotten into. This was a g...
It felt real, the dream. I dreamed I was naked, shackled to a wall deep in a cave, fed and watered by a creature not quite a man, not quite a beast. His name was Pratt. And there was another woman there, Amy, who had been there longer than me. Pratt favored her and I could see why. She was strong, beautiful and confident, but she was also wildly jealous...
Spanked to Submission: A Novella Summary: A white boss is dommed by her 18-year-old black female employee. Thanks 1: To the real Annie-girl who inspired this long tale. (Her draft Temp Takes Over was the inspiration for this story) Thanks 2: To all my friends who read this story and gave suggestions (Julia, Julie, Danielle, and Anne.) Thanks 3: To my bri...
The Village 03 -- Monday Morning in the Gite MONDAY morning Beth woke up, Denise was opening the curtains, singing happily. "Please don't do that EVERY morning." said Beth grumpily, putting her head under the bedclothes. "Tut, tut." said Denise happily, "Not so happy as were last night when Pierre was giving you a final shag!" "It's all your fault!" sai...
I am seated across the breakfast table from my daughter on a Monday morning. She will leave in a few minutes for her job as a barista at a local coffee shop. I am not on the production schedule today, so I have the day off. As we chat amiably, I study her closely, looking for any sign of change. She will enjoy her eighteenth birthday next Sunday and I keep e...
That day, a Friday in June, is emblazoned on my memory as though it were yesterday. Quite what it was about Angie that made my skin tingle like a teenager's in love I could not say. I wondered later. Maybe there had been a sign. Maybe the source of that fatal attraction was something deep within me that recognized, even though it could not know, that she wa...
Training a man: putting him in his place and making him into that loving and affectionate beast that a woman wants could be a difficult task. Jess had perfected the process of breaking men, training them, and teaching them to be a better man. Jess had had several experiences with men that were either married, had girlfriends, or were just workaholics; It di...