The next day, the Prince returned to Paris to comfort his friend, and Rosalind traveled with him to resume her life in court. The Chevalier and Duke followed. It was a bright cheerful day, and Rosalind was looking forward to visiting Princess Mary. After her long absence, Mary greeted Rosalind with a warm embrace. She was eager to share with Rosalind all th...
Danielle Wellington Lalonde here. A five-foot-eleven, short-haired and green-eyed, light-skinned Black woman of Jamaican and Irish descent living in the City of Toronto, Canadian Province of Ontario. I was born in the City of Galway, Republic of Ireland, on the first day of May of 1957. My father Liam Wellington was White and my mother Deirdre Jackson was Bl...
CHAPTER 18: STEVE'S DISCOVERY Sorrel said nothing more about the mysterious stain on our bedroom carpet all through the following week. I guessed she thought my cock had dribbled or something as I moved around the bedroom. I'd stupidly forgotten that Eve was a squirter, and I should've expected her to do something like that. But thinking on it, Sorrel may h...
The Keeper woke, knowing not how long she had lain, only that her body still glowed with satisfaction. As sensation slowly returned, she realized that the Ashen had left, and at once felt a stab of longing, an icy spear of regret followed by the warmth of shame. She rose, noting that she was once more clothed in that somber garb of black and grey; the Ashen...
The usual disclaimers. All people are 18. It's a fantasy. etc, etc. This was also inspired by someone I met online several years ago. I'm a little bit of an outsider to this fetish and this is kind of my spin on the fetish. I hope I hit your buttons right. ***** Race had never been a big part of my fantasies. Like most white guys (I think), I've typically...
I was born and raised in New York City. Lived here all my life – well, I went off to Berkeley for college, but I couldn't wait to get back. Things out in California just never seemed real, somehow. As for the Gotham-brand of unreality, I missed the worst of it, mostly. Too young for the disco-era gilded age, too poor (and in the wrong business) for Wolf of...
Chapter two - Bed and Breakfast He hummed a little tune as he led his sexy newly acquired slave Alice Green up the stairs to her bedroom. Blindfolded, ball gagged, with her wrists snugly handcuffed behind her she offered little resistance. She still wore her red high heel shoes and her black self support stockings but the rest of her clothes were left behin...
I sit here where you left me some half an hour ago, bound to the chair, naked, gagged and blindfolded. The bottom of the blindfold allows a chink of light to filter in, but not enough to see anything by - a mere irritation rather than relief. You have told me that no noise can penetrate this room, but I still strain my ears to catch the slightest sound of yo...
This was the second time I'd been hogtied that evening. First time was on the bed. This time I was lying on my stomach on the floor. Wrists tied closely to my ankles which were tied to a harness around my chest. I was gagged and hooded and enclosed in darkness. My mouth and arse burnt with the fire of hot chilies, pushing waves of discomfort into my stomach....
I was at the gym the other day, changing back to my street clothes when I noticed one of the trainers bragging to a couple of hanger-ons. He was one of those short guys who need to constantly assert how great they are, regardless of the topic. Like all the gym trainers he was in fantastic shape, with chiseled abs, wide shoulders, and big arms. He also had an...