Have you ever been awakened by the shrill ringing of a school bell before? I have on many occasions. Few of them have actually been from school, and most have been from the single worst alarm clock in the entire state. I fucking hate this damned alarm. Worst of all, the snooze button's stuck and won't turn off. "Oh, Alexander," my mother would say,...
Background: This story involves my on-line subject Nancy, who I introduced in Mistress Chronicles 4. We've had no in-person relationship. In fact, in all of our sessions Nancy has never actually seen me. I have sent him pictures that I have told him look similar to me, but never an actual photo. * By way of background, Nancy is a computer nerd. Brilliant...
It was Friday morning and hubby knew this was the most special day of the week. He would be woken up by his wife and she would taunt him with inventing once again a very strange game for the day. This morning was no different and he was expecting this time to be very special. His wife told him several times this week that for his birthday she would invent...
Prabu obediently was sucking away on Goddess Glitter's plastic schlong, the biggest she had. He hoped she wasn't upset with him, but even the great job he was doing with the slurping didn't seem to get a smile on her face. "Enough!" Glitter grabbed Prab's mop of ink black hair and pulled him off the dildo. It was such a gorgeous thing, hanging from the...
Chapter Two: A New Girl It was the first day of February and almost six months into Freddie's jail sentence. Or at least it would be if Freddie still existed. On his second week inside, Freddie had been transformed into sissy Lauren, the girlfriend of E wing boss, Ronnie. Lauren had now learnt how to apply her make up to the style of most of the instructio...
Prologue The breeze that came in from the Atlantic ocean did not do much to quell the baking sun on the beach of Marabogo. The small island laid approximately one hundred miles of the coast of Namibia, Africa. John Morton and Henry Larsen sat on the beach in their sunbathing chairs looking at all the skimpily clad women and ripped black men. Both men were...
Duncan Lipscomb looked at Wren Johnson sadly. He really wanted her to marry him one day, but he kept pissing her off. And she looked very annoyed now. Wren was reclining on the bed, gazing fixedly at her Ipad. "Wren, please." Duncan begged. Wren looked over at Duncan, cocking her head. God she looked so cute in that body stocking. It was worth every penny...
My wife (Allie) and I (Rory) have been together for a little over three years now, she is quite aware that I'm the kinky, weird one out of the two of us. We are both in our late twenty's with fairly successful careers thus far. Soon after we started dating, through casual talk, she informed me, that in every relationship she was the controlling one. Why she...
Once there was a miller who, like most men of his time period, was prone to view his wife and daughter as property, and so the womenfolk of his household, free-spirited though they were, felt themselves to be objects for his amusement. It was also important for this man that his incredibly sexy daughter, Maria, be a virgin, as if the lining that kept her vag...
Trisha looked at me over the breakfast table, took a sip of her coffee, and reminded me that "your birthday is in four weeks. I need a list of what you would like in the next few days. And I want you to put a list together of bondage and torture tools that you want me to use on you. Choose a good number, I will then buy the ones I want to use on you, and we...