Author’s note: This is the second part in this series. Your warm response has encouraged me to continue writing. This is a fictional story. It did not really happen, although it might. If you take offense or do not care for stories where a wife completely dominates her husband, please pass this one by. This series is copyrighted by the author. It may no...
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 Chapter 1, first. C...
Katerina was one of the most beautiful and rich noblewomen in Russia. The single female offspring of the powerful Count Orloff, Katerina learned her lessons in nobility well from her father. Her father, the Count, was at first disappointed in not having a male heir, but eventually accepted that fate had other plans for his line. Realizing that this beautiful...
Dear Shoeblossom, As an artist of sorts, I remember reading that the writer William Burroughs spent his final years, after his debacles in New York and Tangier, in very quiet Lawrence, Kansas. It wasn't as exciting as Mexico, where he'd shot Mrs. Burroughs' head off while playing "William Tell" with a martini glass so precariously placed...but it was time...
As Kysia looked at Sawyer, her breath intensified. She couldn't wait to put him in a chastity belt. God, she couldn't wait. Kysia's ex-husband, Bramwell, had gone out of his mind in chastity. Kysia would leave Bramwell in the belt for two to six weeks at a time, and parade around in front of him wearing only panties and maybe a little mauve low cut T-shirt...
This is a fictional story. If you are not an adult, please leave right now. If you're an adult, then I would say this story contains female domination. If it is not your taste then kindly move on. I would like you people to comment on the text here. Criticism is welcome though only constructive criticism. Any tips or suggestion on grammar, plot and character...
Sometime in the morning I woke up with Jess on top of me giving me a good morning kiss. 'Wakey wakey sleepy head!' she said with a huge smile. I grinned back, it was a nice way to be woken and she looked as gorgeous as ever in her red silk chemise. I started to get aroused but my penis was always going to lose the fight against the chastity belt. I grimac...
*** "Prelude" *** In a kingdom on the cusp on the 20th century, the old guard still reigns. While the rest of Europe industrializes, this kingdom remains stagnant, unperturbed by the movement of time. Peasants still toil in the field completely subservient to the bloated and decadent nobility. No constitution or written law dictates the actions of the rul...
SUPERBOWL SUNDAY AT THE COLFAX INN Valentina was toying with her husband's scrotum. Normally Val wore snug but dignified cashmere sweaters, but today she was clad in a belly tee shirt and what the longshoremen at Buttermilk Pier referred to as "whore shorts". Nibs, Val's loyal and faithful husband was bound to the narrow coffee table in his back office. Hi...
F.X. Copeland came to the Deliosse's front door, lugging the massive box, and pressed the doorbell. A moment later, Santiva Deliosse answered. "Oh, good, Cope, you're here. That's the Zero-Wave?" Cope nodded. "Yep, Miz Deliosse. Works like a microwave, but in reverse. It's an innerustin' invention of mine." Cope lugged the box into the house. It was a big b...