You are in a simple dungeon with a wooden floor and metal restraints decorating the ceiling and wall. Reddish light glows from alcoves covered in ornate fans. In front of you stands a domme- one of my female guards who has systematically punished and trained you throughout the last few weeks. She has straight darkbrown hair and is dressed in a tight leather...
Scene 1 I couldn't believe I was doing it, even as I followed the tall blonde in the black PVC catsuit to the door with "Private" written over the door in tilting red script. I just went to the sex club to watch, at least that was my plan, but as soon as I saw her demonstrating the proper way to flog a man in a kneeling position, I knew I would be on my kne...
This story is not to be viewed by anyone under the age of 18. This is an original story and plays off of events that took place in my "Oh, Bayley!" series. Please enjoy, leave your thoughts in the comments and rate what you believe is fair! ***** Saturday, 9/22. 9:32 PM WWE Superstar Alexa Bliss pulled up the Courtyard by Marriott, a long but necessary fo...
Michael was teasing me, rubbing his cock up and down my pussy, around my clit, but refusing to put it in me. It was frustrating and erotic all at the same time. My wrists and ankles restrained, there was nothing I could do but beg. "Oh, fuck me Daddy, please!" I froze as soon as I said it. I had never called him that before, because he was always "Sir." I...
Julie followed behind her beloved Madame as they walked up the steps. Julie had worked at Madame's brothel since she turned 18. She remembered how she went to Madame after she was thrown out of her house. Julie's mum caught her in bed with her father and was furious and made Julie leave. After a brief stint as a street walker Julie was brought to Madame and...
By morning, after flying through the night, The Corseted Domme was deep into the Prussian Empire, starting her descent into the Ruhr. Lady Sally, after a little early morning flagellation to get her going, took up a place alongside Captain Wyndham and Clarissa in the control cabin. Lady Sally looked askance at the automaton with her sleek, auburn wig, shor...
Twenty minutes to go. A few days ago I had posted an ad online looking for someone to come to my place so that I could, to quote my ad, "get treated like a tranny slut by a true Dom of a man." I kept the ad low-key and photo-less to ensure none of my colleagues from work saw it of course, but more importantly, I was a Domme in my own spare time and did not w...
Mistress Lucy looked like hell on heels to Martin Prince. The diminutive Chinese Dominatrix was wearing her highest pair of black, high-heeled boots and was striding towards him with evil intentions. Martin, an overweight solicitor in his mid fifties, was totally defenceless, his hands cuffed behind his back, a ball gag rammed in his mouth, on his knees invi...
By the time the airship had flown over the London conurbation into the Thames estuary on its way to the North Sea, Lady Sally had belatedly got her reviving cup of tea. She sat in her throne, now dressed in an Egyptian cotton dressing gown decorated with a winged Isis, sipping from a delicate china cup, her four submissive men in collars and leads at her fee...
Part 1 of 3: The Gift Exchange After the security detail conducted a thorough search of the place, her motorcade entered the premises of the resort. The property took up several acres alongside the Florida coastline. It was exclusive too. Membership was reserved for only the wealthy and well-connected. The beachside resort was world renowned as an epitome...