I left on a Wednesday for a business trip leaving my wife Kate and our 18-year-old daughter Lisa home by themselves. The trip was supposed to last a week and I wasn't expected home until the next Friday because I was going to see an old friend while I was there. It turned out that the business end of the trip went really quickly and we had everything wrappe...
January 1st, 2017 Happy New Year! And happy birthday to me! I went to IHOP with my friends and had some pancakes for breakfast. It was a great time and I had a lot of fun, until I logged it later. Man, who know there were so many calories in a breakfast? I felt guilty when I logged it in, which is a shitty way to feel on one's birthday. However, I guess tha...
After my experience with the box, things tailed off a little bit. Over the next three weeks Mistress R granted me a couple of sessions of ass-licking (one of which, I'm pleased to say, went on for a very long time indeed!) and she tied my cock and balls up really tight once before fitting a parachute over my balls and hanging weights from it. Actually I neve...
Allison sat next to Nick in stony silence, eating her supper. He made sure she got the best of what cook had to offer, but she clearly didn't appreciate it as she shoveled food down her throat. "I'm done," she said after a few minutes. "Can I get a thank you?" Nick asked, for some reason wanting her to acknowledge his effort. "Why should I thank you whe...
Bess was the most popular girl at court. She could make any man in the castle stand at attention when she passed. True, she was not a classic beauty. Her hair was dark and wild, not blond and sleek. Her skin, too, was darker than the milk white ideal popular in the day. Neither did she have a lithe, willowy figure, but more of a plump, thick build. Yet someh...
So, my Mistress had summoned me to her office. This was unusual; I was normally called to her cellar where all the tools that she needed to correct me were readily available. Also, in the dungeon were the clothes that she made me wear. The nylon, pink baby doll nightie, the blue gingham pinafore and ,of course, the collar that she made me wear during my puni...
********************************* Ah where to start? How about I just share a fantasy with you, one that I have not acted upon, but that is a frequent visitor to my mind. I think that if the chance were to appear, I would likely act upon it. Please keep in mind that I'm not a writer or English major. There are going to be mistakes, please either live with t...
Dave had wanted to be crucified for as long as he could remember. He was brought up in the Catholic religion and even though the religious side of things had never made much sense to him he found the images of the crucifixion and the scourging erotic beyond words. He had long kept his fantasies to himself until he saw a personal in his local newspaper. It re...
Chapter Thirteen: First Spanking My first real spanking. It wasn't that mother hadn't spanked me, that was expected, but receiving a spanking from a stranger was quite another thing. Nutte entered quickly and brought me to reality with a swat that caught my left thigh. Swat! I jumped and my eyes went wide from shock. My mouth opened and I made to scream un...
I am one of several slaves my Mistress Marisa keeps in her household. I am completely owned as are the other slaves that serve her. These episodes are written with her permission. It is my, our story... *************************** His cock is huge. I barely get my hand to close around it. The head of it glistens from the k-y as my hand moves over the top,...