Author's Note: This is a work of fiction. It is a story of sexual fantasies and fetishes. These sexual practices are not for everyone, but those of us who delve into them understand the allure. The characters in the story certainly do. If you enjoy this story and the fetishes involved, great. If not, please forget the whole thing. Read Chapters 1-4, first....
*Hi everyone! I've been working on this story for quite a while now and I really hope you enjoy! Let me know what you think!* -Jasmine ***** Nia did a quick once over her in mirror compact before she re-entered the upscale restaurant and adjusted her knee length dark blue dress. She saw him sitting by the table near the kitchen and he matched his photo. B...
Belinda had just showered and dressed when Kate knocked on the door. She could hear James cries from inside the padlocked box and she reached down to open the small four inch square hatch as she skipped through the lounge. James's eyes peered through the small opening just as the fast of blur of her denim legs rushed passed and on to front door. Kate had co...
I started pretty slow. I'd wear it for at first hours, then a day, and then finally overnight. That one had been the hardest, no pun intended. I would wake up multiple times a night, locked in sweet torture between the inevitably erotic thoughts in my head and the bittersweet tightness between my legs. The first time I'd tried it, I'd made it till 2 a.m. bef...
CHAPTER 7 – DELTA NOVEMBER FOXTROT I was awoken to sound of the loud cheering outside my window. I blinked as bright morning sunlight streamed through the blinds, causing me to squint and bury my head beneath the blankets. My copy of 'A Comprehensive Guide to Slave Ownership' rested propped-open on the nightstand and a half-eaten box of Hawaiian pizza sat...
I would like to thank everyone who commented about continuing this series without the pics. I really appreciate the kind words and encouragement. This is the first chapter without Rebecca's fantastic art. I will do my best to not disappoint. I do expect this series to continue for at least a few chapters; however Rebecca was the driving force and had great i...
This is a story I've been writing for my wife, thus the first and second person style. I could have taken it and changed it to fit more of a first and third but felt it took away from how I originally wrote it. Keep in mind as you're reading it is intentionally written from the perspective of submissive husband TO a dominant wife. There are elements of S&M,...
Chapter 8 - Plugged and Milked Training Day 5 - Wednesday I woke up next to him with one of his arms still holding me. I stayed motionless. I knew it was time to get up and start my morning routine but I wanted to stay in this moment as long as possible - being held with his cum still inside me. I reflected on the decision to commit to him. Although there...
Tarsa nervously looked out at the circus of leather, latex and flesh in front of her, tugging the hem of her short maid's dress. "Come on Tarsa, if you're not a bitch about it, you'll have a great time." Her boyfriend Ron jibed, walking past her in his heavy leather 'dominator' coat. Tarsa suppressed a scowl at Ron's latest annoyance at her for being anythi...
The Friday after my second encounter with English was just as eventful as I had thought it would be. My girlfriend got to town, and since we hadn't seen each other in weeks, she was hornier than hell. I picked her up from her parents house around 5 and we went straight back to my place to have sex before going to the party. A couple of months after we starte...