Introduction: Authors note: Hello dear reader, this is my first story in this website and english is not my first language, but i am up for the challenge. Hope you like my story, and comments are aways appreciated. I decided to write this story seeing how short-lived most of the stories happen to be in this website (no offence intended) , so i hope that my s...
"Down." I dropped to my knees as quickly as possible and lowered my forehead to the floor as my mistress had taught me; I felt the leather hood that was fit snuggly over my face and head touch the hard wood floor below. My motions were made more difficult by the fact that my hands were firmly fixed in cuffs that were secured behind my back and clipped in th...
I was almost done cleaning the kitchen when I saw the white Mercedes SUV pull up in the driveway. My hands started trembling a little as I wiped the counter top. I looked around to make sure that everything was to her satisfaction. She liked everything to be spotless. I could not see anything but I knew she could always find fault. I tried to focus on finish...
Dear Shoeblossom: I've always known I was a bad boy. My Mother used to get so mad at me...she'd want me to spend time with my sisters, and help polish the silverware...she'd shake her head because I didn't want to play with paper dolls...I wanted to be like my macho father. Mother had strawberry blonde hair in a bouffant hairdo, and what they used to call...
***AUTHOR'S NOTE; Semi-consensual depravity ahead. This story contains elements of coercion as the two slaves are ordered to assume their new roles in a most unconventional household. Boundaries are tested and egos are broken. But they all live happily ever after.*** The slave named Cum Hole waited patiently for his master to fuck him. After assuming the...
*If my life is a mirror, why does mine have to be one-way with me on the wrong side* (Thank you frontma for the edit. It is appreciated) (Yes, this tale is supposed to be somewhat humorous and outrageous too. While not always comedic I'd like to think it is mostly a good-natured romp.) Day One (It's a What?!?) My first day of college began with a six a.m...
Even though it did turn me on to think of my hubby walking AN HOUR to get to work, it was also a little inconvenient for me at times. If I wanted him to be home earlier on some day, I'd give him bus fare for that day, or I might just go ahead and drive him to work, and pick him up when he got off. I didn't drive him to work just because it was a nasty day, t...
After receiving a cloned body I immigrated 127 Light Years from Earth to Free Skyes. Unfortunately I had to work and pay for that cloned body and I had very few skills a high tech society could use. So it was either become an Unskilled Labourer or a Sex Slave. I guess Human Recourses had me figured out correctly. All those years in BDSM chat-rooms and websit...
Keith's alarm went off and he silently reached out a hand and silenced it. He'd hardly been able to sleep at all, tossing and turning with worries about what school would be like today. It had been less than a day since his life had turned into a nightmare - his incredible teacher had caught him rubbing himself in a cheer uniform and then he'd had to buy pan...
My reverie slipped to the edge of sleep as I knelt patiently beside the bathtub where Gina silently reclined motionless in the steaming water. Finally, as serene as an elemental water nymph ascending with the morning mist, Gina arose. Her slim olive body glistened; her dark dense hair shimmered and rained soft droplets into the warm water. Gina didn't speak,...