The women I find most attractive invariably make me function as their submissive. That's the way it is, don't ask why. If you need word pictures, here they are: I'm naked and on my knees before them, I perform humiliating chores at their command, I suffer punishment at their hands, I lick and kiss their footwear (and their feet) and whatever else they want l...
Mistress Nemesis sat in her changing room preparing for Kim's next test. She was surrounded by her wardrobe of fetish clothing, row upon row of pvc dresses, tops and skirts in various colours, a collection of fetish boots and shoes, an array of wigs and a dressing table scattered with make-up. She had already changed but was sat in front of her dressing room...
She sat nervously waiting for his arrival. She knew full well that she would be punished for her misdeeds of the day. She heard the door open as he came in. The look on his face confirmed her worst fears. He knew what she had done. "You need to go upstairs, remove your shirt, bra and pants. Leave your panties on . Get on the bed on your hands and knees, wi...
The storm I knew was coming suddenly blew in right there in front of me. I'm speaking, of course about my wife Jill. "Honey, what's that out in the garage?" she asked sweetly. Believe me, it wasn't all that sweet if you looked in her eyes and knew what she was getting at. Naturally, I adopted Defense Method 1: Play Dumb. "What are you talking about, babe?"...
It had been several months since Kara and John had last seen each other; they lived far apart and were unable to be together all the time. They had planned to get together a month and a half before, but Kara had exams during that time and wasn't able to make it. They fully intended to make up on time lost. Kara got her suitcase settled in the spare bedroom...
Authors note: This story is a revised and re-edited version of the original story of the same name. Because of several comments and lots of feedback, actually more feedback than for any of my other stories, I decided to re-write and re-submit this story. Also some small changes to the story line have been made. * I guess I should start this story off by te...
Prologue After ravaging the planet Earth with war after war, mankind finally threw off the shackles of its warlike tendencies. Seeing that the world governments would never be able to co-exist, a large consortium of multinational corporations decided to take power. These included robotics firms, arms dealers, computer manufacturers, and more. In short, the...
It wasn't but a few days since Ned had punished his pretty wife Tina in the ticket booth next to their ride at the carnival. The episode had made them both so hot for each other that a sexual circus of their own had begun. Today Tina had gone into town to shop and have her hair done. Ned especially loved Tina fresh from the beauty parlour. The smell of her h...
Marcus set down his paper and stared at the door. Who could be ringing his doorbell now? He'd just got rid of a salesman about a half hour before. He just wasn't in the mood to talk to those guys. Lazily he made his way to the door and opened it, prepared to give whoever was on the other side the brush-off and go back to the sports page. What he saw standing...
Do you ever put yourself in a dangerous position or situation? On purpose. Ever put yourself in a sexual situation where you could get really fucked up? As in “god help me but I could maybe die or be seriously damaged dangerous”? Every now and then I get the urge to do that. I get the urge to put myself in a little bit of danger. The orgasm is so fucking int...