Master told me that I had to be a good girl. First and foremost, it was the only thing that I really needed to do. Be good. Why was that such a hard thing to do? He purchased me from traders when I was quite young, and all I have known was his ownership of me. I loved the house that I grew up in. The lush garden and the ruthless games of escape and capture t...
It seemed like it had been the longest winter ever, but it was finally in the low 70s and the sky was the picturesque blue with billowing white clouds you could almost touch. This weather always brought out my playful side, and I woke up feeling so happy. I had completed my initial morning tasks, given Sir his wake-up blow job, and as he does every Sunday, h...
I watch you sitting there staring intently at your desk, eyes fixed on the screen of your computer. Somehow I never dreamed I would discover my chief competition to be a PC. Entering the room quietly I walk up behind you and set a glass of wine down for you, without raising your eyes you say thanks and continue on with your work. I decide at that moment, I w...
I was raised as a Catholic and when I was younger, I use to be very staid about sex. I lost my virginity fairly late (23), and really thought sex was the missionary position with the lights off. Things move in mysterious ways and we embark on many journeys in our life, not always knowing where the endpoint is. Although my journey of sexual pleasure started a...
I would like to take this opportunity to thank angel love for her help and editing skills in making my story compatible with Literotica for submission. * "Lay down across the bed bitch." "On my back or tummy, Mr?" Mistress approaches from behind and slid her hands across her shoulders whispering, "On your belly sweet liz. We want it so your pussy and...
She eyed him from the doorway, knowing he was yet unaware of her presence. Quietly slipping out of her clothes, she crept up behind him, leaning over to kiss the top of his head, her soft breasts grazing the back of his neck. He reached up to stroke her face and smiled. "I have a treat for us baby," she whispered against his ear. He rose from his chair and...
My slutslave I have such plans to make you suffer for the privilege of a chance to glimpse the perfect body of your Goddess. I'm sure you crave to be under control in my playroom cabin but it is good that you understand how unlikely it is that I would open my doors to you. Like the miserable dog that you are, you must stand outside in the cold; humiliate...
While we were still dating, my dear wife, Jasmine and I would stop by a local watering hole on Thursday nights to play in a small pool torment. Held at the bar every week. They severed dinner while you bought drinks and played in the torment each player putting in five bucks to the pot winner take all the winner taking home as much as 150 dollars or more for...
Chapter 9: Fortune... ***** Grady stood in the doorway of the workroom at Bud and Blossom, watched Annika hunched over her workbench, three overhead lamps illuminating her frame, turning her hair dark gold. She was wearing an old pair of denim overalls, cut mid-thigh, with a bright, neon-green singlet underneath, indicating considerable time spent in the h...
Kat pushed open the door to Andrew's study. The empty chair and the desk seemed to mock her as she scanned the books lining the walls. The laptop computer he used was closed and, she assumed, locked away in one of the drawers, leaving the wooden surface bare of ornament. There was not even a sheet of paper resting on the polished top. She glanced at the cloc...