Sara slept so sound that she didn't even hear Rick get up the next morning. She wandered down stairs in a night shirt to find Rick cooking breakfast. Sara wrapped her arms around Rick, kissed and hugged him tightly. He removed the key from around his neck and unlocked Sara's belt. "We won't be needing this today." "Really?" Sara asked. "I can trust you not...
Matthew had nothing but a close-up view of the shining steel heel of my stiletto. He was on the ground, chin to the floor, hoping for a token lick or maybe even the chance to start worshipping up my taut legs, now in fishnets. He was yearning, I know, to lick slowly up the back of my calves, following the seam, inching closer and closer up toward my thigh an...
Renee returned me to my room as per Master's instructions. When we got back to the room she removed the cuffs and had me sit on the end of the bed. My head was loaded with so many thoughts. Master had shown me a recording of me sucking his cock like I was starving for more and I couldn't remember a second of it, but it sure did look as if I was enjoying it...
I am continuing this story, this experience in the first tense, I thought it would make it more real if I did and I found it easier to describe my feelings this way. I hope you like it, again I have a problem categorising it and again I apologise for the shortness of the piece, as you can imagine it is emotional to write about it. ***** The feet moved, th...
I had nervously been awaiting my wife's return for the last two hours after finishing all my chores. The house was spotless and i had done all the washing and ironing she had left for me to do. I was ready to greet her at the doorway with a curtsey just as she had told me to. I was still wearing my new maids outfit, with fishnet stockings, lacy black pantie...
Sitting on the train I wonder what is going to happen to me this weekend, it is the first time I have ever met a Mistress for real. All I know is that I am to go to the address that she sent me … nothing more. When the train finally arrives at the station I quickly go to a taxi and ask the driver to take me to the address. When I get to the house I walk up...
Jesus San Jose is the name and sexual wickedness is the nature of my game. I'm a young Spanish-Canadian man living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I stand five feet nine inches tall, slim and fit, with Black hair, light bronze skin and pale green eyes. I recently graduated from La Cite Collegiale with a diploma in Police Foundations, and I'm curr...
Things quiet down after the incident in the living room. In fact, they get a little too quiet. But for the time being, I can enjoy that quiet. Both Mistress and Miss Charlotte seem occupied, which I'm sure means they're busy scheming. While I don't like that they don't seem to be giving Master proper attention as he deserves, it does mean that the responsi...
They're at it again. I can hear them arguing from all the way upstairs. It's usually more subtle, competitive stuff, but sometimes Master's wife and his, er, other wife, do lock horns. The other one, she's not really his wife, even if she might fancy herself as such. Marriages of humans to non-humans legal. That's probably for the best. Even if I do sometim...
Note: This story is about a master slave relationship - consensual but not equal with an acknowledgement that the Master is superior and the slave inferior. ***** Chapter 17 - Last training lessons Training Day 9 - Sunday I woke to the sound of Master and Kyrin fucking again. Kyrin was on his back holding his legs - giving Master total access to his hole...