Daniel arrived at the gates of Femininus on a numbingly calm and mild morning. He had written in his most recent letter that he would be arriving that day. He came dressed in his white dress shirt and black slacks. He was made to wait for nearly an hour upon his arrival. As he waited, he listened to the faint sounds of the goings on of the city just beyond t...
This is a cuckold story in which a loving, dominant wife humiliates, cuckolds and canes her submissive husband. If this is your kink then welcome. If not, then I suggest you read no further. Thanks to Nick Nice for editorial feedback. Credit to him for his suggestions. The flaws are all mine! ******* Cathy, my wife, looked absolutely gorgeous. She was sat...
The Mysterious Mrs. Sang -- Denial Foreword One of my readers asked that I write a story with an erotic denial theme. This one and the fourth "unrestricted' novel are both based on erotic denial. This is s continuation of the third story of Mrs. Sang and me. It takes place about twenty minutes after the end of the third story. This is an erotic tale from...
Chapter One: The Video I retired from the police force two years earlier with complete retirement benefits. I quickly bored of sitting on my couch and watching cop shows on my television. In an attempt to elevate the boredom, I decided to start my own private investigator service. The first year of business had been slow and very rough. I barely kept the...
I, the Master, stand near the bed, cane in hand. You, the kajira, kneel on the bed, nude, in the position of bed submission, on your knees, legs spread, shoulders and face on the bed, arms extended above your head, wrists crossed, palms up. I walk, with slow deliverance, to where your hands are extended over the edge of the bed. I lean and quickly wrap you...
Dr Alta lived alone after his messy divorce of a dozen years ago. He saw his 6 children on alternate weekends, though the older ones were off at college now. His home was modest, chosen more for it's rustic location and land than for the actual home. It suited his needs, and offered him quiet and solitude his creative nature required. As he sat sipping his...
My heart's hammering in my chest. I'm so glad that you're back that I want to jump up and hug you. I know that's a bad idea but I didn't realise just how close I was to freaking out completely and now I'm almost overwhelmed with relief. You're not saying anything. "How was your lunch Sir?" "Very good thank you. Have you been good?" Good? Have i? No. Not re...
This story is totally true - but the nature of that truth depends on your point of view. The two protagonists are the author, John, and a lady who advertised in the personal ads for someone to meet her disciplinary needs, Wendy. She signed herself "Country Girl" since she had spent most of her life living in rural Queensland. Her husband who had previously m...
She followed her Sir into the room. She was wearing a brocade corset, long skirt, and high heels. She was hobbled and walked in small steps giving her pause to ensure she did not fall at any moment. He introduced her to the Mistress and then he sat in an easy chair to watch. She knew he had high expectations of her and she did not want to let him down, how...
Gemma was one of those girls who when you met, you instantly wanted to fuck- slightly on the large side but she carried it well, with a voluptuous body and massive tits which always caught your eye even on the odd occasions she wore loose shirts. Her ass was big but you still wondered what it'd be like to see it bared and bent over in front of you. Once you...