I originally conceived this submission as an autobiographical piece, however it soon morphed into a fictionalized biography. The bones of the story are true, just embellished. For example, "The Document" is real, just not as outrageous, my wife practices domestic discipline, just not as ritualized, and so forth. The Afterword is for the most part composed of...
By Jonathan Quincy Graves {Note: This is the fifth in a multi-part story series describing the evolving relationship of a woman who provides leadership and discipline for her husband. Each installment can stand alone, but they read much better if you start at the beginning, go to: Erin Ch. 01 - Female led Relationship. JQGraves} ******** I have to laug...
As with all this sluts submissions while she checked the box acknowledging that story belonged to her she readily accepts the fact that she owns nothing and the story, her mind, and her body are owned by Master Panther. Recently this slut has seen a lot of articles that appear to her and her Master to inappropriately be classified as a Master/slave relation...
"I must get ready for my guests," she says rising from the chair her fingers petting my head like her dog. I follower her still on my hands and knees into her bedroom where I gaze upon her as she disrobes. Like a ritualistic dance she allows me to spy upon her flesh with each trace of clothing falling to the floor, though I am left several feet away and no...
Life had been very kind to me. I had been born into a family with some social status and a modest income, I had been well educated by my father, and I had been blessed with a reasonably pleasant face and a sound, healthy physique. Moreover, I had experienced certain titillating events in my childhood that many men older than my current eighteen years would b...
It was a Saturday morning, I was out in the front yard of our home taking care of some lawn mowing & trimming when Mary, my wonderful wife of ten years, came outside on her way to run some errands. I stopped what I was doing as she gave me a kiss and told me that she would be back in a couple of hours, she had several stops to make on her rounds. As she left...
Early in May 1982, Christian met Christine for the first time and Clare was there also, hovering around their conversation about waist sizes and other anatomical details. Deliberately, she was intending to take no part in Christine's figure training, but to act as encouragement and advisor when necessary. The arrival of a new corset trainee marked a develop...
I have displeased my father. Again. He warned me this would be the last time he tolerated such behavior. We live in a community were the Male is always in charge of the Women. Women have a voice, naturally, but ultimately, the Male decides all things. Our community has been described as a cross between Victorian and Domestic Discipline. Some have even said o...
Chapter Nineteen Intrepid - 3754 A.D. Naked and hairless. The shame of it. Isaac had never been so since he was a baby. The humiliation was torment in itself. But Isaac could comfort himself that he wasn't the only one so demeaned. All around him and equally immobilised on the grassy lawns of this strange Elysian but Godless world were others like him: def...
Unless you test yourself, you will never find out what you're capable of. My name is Abraham Tadesse and I was born and raised in the City of Nazret, Ethiopia. Like a lot of my fellow countrymen, I was driven by abject poverty to seek a better life elsewhere. That's how I ended up as a migrant worker ( in the construction industry ) in Qatar. To any African,...