Rob had many fantasies all to do with spanking and caning. He scoured the internet for mature dominant Mistresses, anyone who offered exciting times in their well equipped premises. He had recieved many replies, quite diverse replies at times, as some had dungeons, others soundproof cellars and attic playrooms. Their roles were varied as some were rubber and...
Our story begins in the fall, just as the leafs begin to turn yellow. You are a young man recently enrolled at a university far away from your hometown. Luckily you have found a small apartment on campus and it is on this campus your life will take a new turn. You are in your apartment, it's pretty late and you are, well, you're looking at porn. Not very sex...
After Brandi left, after I had willingly signed my privileged life away, I also had some nagging fears. Like, would Jolene be able to carry out her role, since she was usually so sweet and caring, and she usually gave in to what I wanted? Or would she take after her mom and become a merciless taskmaster and sadist whom I would hardly recognize? After we ha...
(Blowing in the winds of most beaches and creeks the weed from Europe grows called the California cane! At one point it was used for constructing adobe homes it is now considered a nuisance weed choking the riverbeds and creeks of California. Leave it to devious kinky minds to find a use for this weed for BDSM play! A simple snap of a single branch and strip...
This story is a work of fiction. The Characters do not exist in real life. Be warned. It contains aspects of Female Domination that are consensual and non-consensual. As with most stories, starting in the middle doesn't make sense. Constructive comments welcomed. ***** The Vacation begins I spent Monday recuperating from the weekend. Barbara had shown me...
The premise for what follows is a family album and history. However, this is a family of dominant women. Alas, I have no ownership of the pictures I originally included in this work -- so you will have to use your imagination, aided by descriptions in brackets of the missing pictures. Perhaps there is a family like this out there, in this or some other reali...
Dear Shoeblossom: One nigh I attached Carter's wrists to the ceiling hook in his basement, and separated his legs and locked them into a spreader bar. I whacked his cock to awaken it with my long cut rose switch...didn't bother to cut off the thorns! And then I brought out a thin steel knitting needle. "This little slit at the end of your cock is quite s...
Chapter 1: Sexual Awakening Alex's morning ritual had changed lately. Typically he would start his day by slamming his alarm clock, getting out of bed, brewing coffee and taking a shower. But now, Alex was generally restless, always waking before his alarm could rouse him. He would rush to his computer immediately checking his messages, today was no differe...
This story is continued as "Sarah's Way" in subsequent chapters, having discovered that there is already a series under my original title posted. * Coming from the hall, I met my wife, Sarah, in the middle of the living room, dressed like she was headed out the door on her usual Saturday morning errands. She stopped in front of me with a serious look on h...
I drive a sterilized knitting needle through my son's left nipple. Sowell grimaces, but he is sucking on one of my bloody tampons, and his buttocks hurt from the vicious caning I gave him earlier. I surprise Sowell—when he's coming out of the tub, wet, naked and vulnerable, I charge in with my whippy cane and leave red, bloody streaks all over his slim whit...