Editor's Note: this submission contains raceplay and femdom content. * Not long ago it was a straight and stuffy white male. it was arrogant and self-satisfied with its white male social and economic leverage and advantages. In the rat-race of white society it suppressed its submissive white side. But from time to time it would slip into daydreams of hav...
Chapter 4: Explorations I would like to take a minute to thank my great friend Master Min for allowing me to document some of his exploits for all you good people, also I would like to say, Min you will receive the bill from the cleaners and our next adventure is long overdue. Also I would like to add, the following two chapters have a lighter side than th...
Hello Darling Reader, My name is Adora. This is a story about Antonio, his wife, his senior sub Angelica, and I. He is our Master. Our Dominant. I was asked to compose my own play session. Antonio needed to discipline me as well, for an indiscretion, and I knew he would be pleased that I had included it in the session. This was only my second foray into th...
Chapter IV -- A Humbling Prelude to Hygiene Thirty-Seven was right. My stomach has shrunk. It took some time to find the bread in this darkness, and by the time I did, my hunger had faded. I took only one bite, chewing slowly to savor its rich fennel flavor and only reluctantly washing it down with a few sips of water. Now I wait, but I know not what for....
It was Friday and Tim had spent the week working 16 hour days. After two weeks of 16 hour days, Tim was ready to drop. Janet wouldn't let him sit down at all. Every time he finished a job, she was there with something else to do. Many times she didn't have anything else for him to do so it was down to the dungeon. Three times she tied him to the St. Andrew...
Dr. Tyrolea Kasparian "Hedy" Hedwig smiled at Stanislaus Smutts encouragingly. Here in the therapist's office, Hedy was still professional and fully dressed. Thick auburn hair tied back primly in a bun, knee length skirt and heels, and Hedy had been the best kind of shrink you can be. Hedy had a curious job as a counselor, to ease hopeful but hesitating me...
The Sheikh bid us good morning. Namtor and I wished him the same. Then he said to me, "How are you feeling today?" I managed to remain calm, "The knot's almost gone from the back of my head, but my memory's still blank." "Well, you might want to remember not to rile up the girls." I started to protest when a sideways glance from Namtor told me not to offe...
Another day, waking and needing that One Thing, so terribly. Checking my calendar to see when the last time was. Reminding myself that it was only a few days ago. Counting more days, til the next time. Sighing. Checking my swollen pussy for the wetness building there. Swiping my juices onto two fingers. Sliding my hand, in and out of my panties, like a cle...
As I was reading the final pages of an excellent sci-fi novel, I noticed her out of the corner of my eye. Looking up, I saw her boarding the bus. She was a small Asian woman, barely even five feet tall in her heels. Her pale blue top fit snugly over her torso, making her small breasts appear somewhat prominent. Adorned with a decorative beaded belt, the fade...
This story was written by myself on another site under the pen name of "Col. Jack Harrison". Debbie Kendall woke up on the first full day of her internment to the screaming of an angry roommate. She had quite forgotten, except in some of her nightmares, that she was now Jane's bitch. Ms. Mensch intended to dominate and use her as she saw fit. Apparently, t...