Disclaimer: The usual warnings apply. This is an adult story, about an adult topic, written for adults. If you are too young or prefer not to read this type of material, then don't. This story contains material of an explicit nature about the relationship between people. It is not for children. The author does not advocate, encourage or promote real world p...
In the manner of Gregory Maguire, who provided us with a version of the childhood standard The Wizard of Oz through the eyes of the "wicked" witch, I have re-written my favorite BDSM story, Both Master and Slave, written by Martin Sharpe (published in 2001 by Silver Moon Books in Great Britain), from the point of view of the submissive, rather than the Maste...
"Open your mouth, slave." As your cruel command penetrated my ears, your lover lowered his fat, filthy cock toward my defiant, closed lips. I felt repulsed by the knowledge that I would have to do this for you. Betray my very sexuality. The essence of who I used to be. I know that you knew that, and I also knew that was exactly why you were doing it, and th...
This scene is set in black and white. It is not darkened unnecessarily, nor are there the shadows and clouds of a storybook forbodance. Instead the day is bright and the lining, crisp, a scene accented only by the stray strands of sunlight filtering through a rustle of leaves. The outstretched fingertips of an early winter comb through the treetops as a slen...
I was a late blooming sissy. Like most sissies-to-be, I had early incidents of trying on my sisters clothes and enjoying the way they felt, but I always viewed myself as a heterosexual who just liked to imagine stroking a nubile female underneath the lingerie I was wearing. It was much later in life that I took the serious turn from being a heterosexual cros...
Mistress calls you into the living room. You respond immediately, and seconds later you are standing at attention to her left: back straight, legs spread, eyes down. Mistress is speaking with someone; you feel like you should know who the person is... like you USED to know who they are... but that memory is obscured far past the point of legibility. "What...
Silk. Smooth, soft, and heavenly material sliding against her hot skin. Cool and almost Godly in how her nerves responded to its soft caress. Almost a sin, too. How it slid past her curves when she shifted and pooled in the tiny crevices created by those same movements, it reminded her of a lover's gentle touch... it surely left her just as languid betwee...
I am numb, I am singing, I am happy, I am smiling, I am laughing, I am, I am, I am...... Hmmm......yes! Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Oh so very yes. It is so beautiful to feel, to experience, to receive such pleasure. How did an hour go by in five minutes? How can it be? I don't understand. If you'd stayed for two hours would it have been ten min...
It was a long day. The hours seemed to string by so slowly, slower than Dante could ever remember in his inhuman life. He supposed it shouldn't be surprise him that with an infinite amount of time, that it could become unbearably boring. But he had to admit to himself that it was because of his guest. Ever since the family had met in the living room, she ha...
Writing has traditionally been considered a solitary craft. You wrote you article or book in seclusion. You submitted it to an editor or publisher and prayed it would be published. Along comes the Internet and the monsters out of the cage. You now have the ability to self publish your work. You can throw up a Blog, hook up to an RSS feed and syndicate your...