THE PRAM Michael realized that the situation was critical. He could not move his limbs at all, he was caught in this leather sack, gagged and blindfolded, and right now there was absolutely no way to influence his situation. Deep embedded and restrained in layers of ensnaring wool, he knew he had to endure; there was no other opportunity. Also... Elaine ha...
After recovering from our orgasms, Sarah and I set about cleaning things up. We were both still naked and I still had the plug in my ass. "No need to put the enema can away," Sarah told me. "Mary Ellen has an appointment tomorrow morning. Just change the tip." "Mary Ellen Davis?" I asked, very interested. "YUP, she comes in every other Monday for an enema...
My wife and I have been married for ten years and I have been controlling her orgasms for most of that time. Before she was a submissive cuckquean, she was a chronic masturbator. On various occasions, I would come home from work and find her furiously rubbing her clit with her legs spread on the bed, while she looked at me and grinned sheepishly. I would fee...
Karen grunted out as her opponent hammered a forearm into her back, sending her to the mat. She grimaced when she felt her blonde hair being pulled as the large black woman she was wrestling helped Karen to her feet only to scoop the petite woman up and body slam her to the canvas with a deafening boom. Jerry sat ringside with a massive erection in his pant...
"I noticed this spot once when I used to go to school here," I said as I pulled the car off of the road leading into the high school. To the right was a long row of trees that looked impenetrable, but as the car bumped over the grass a narrow path became visible between the trees. Coming through on the other side was a small clearing, about the size side of...
This is one of my first fictional works and may not be great in the eyes of others. I'm willing to learn but from the perspective of women and women only. Since I cannot claim to know what lies in the minds women...especially the dominant woman, I cannot effectively provide the best written stories. I seek feedback from ALL women, but greatly encourage opini...
I'm not sure about everyone's office building, but I know the building I am in, has a TON of different types of businesses operating within its doors. We deal with everything from a Nursing Outsourcing company, to a company that does professional photography of various items and, for other business' ads and brochures. I had seen a girl in the halls a few ti...
I feel like I was never very successful at being a man. It's part of the reason I am enacting this transition. I've struggled with my sexuality since I was a boy, and the overwhelming feeling I have now is that I wish, for my own and everyone else who has ever been involved in my life, that I'd determined to do this earlier. I would have enjoyed a fuller exi...
Chapter 3. All Dressed Up and Somewhere To Go His name was Tony, but I was allowed to call him "Master" or Sir". In public, it was "Sir". I went to His home the following week, and He introduced me to His toys, His cuffs, His Collar. He took the virginity of my ass-cunt. He tied me to the corners of His bed, and dropped molten wax over my nipples, my stomac...
Part Two: Back Seat of the Bus. The first thing I noticed when I stepped on to the platform was, of course, the stink of ass. One of my sexual tormentors may have gotten a good anal tongue bath but, in my haste to clean my face, I had neglected to clean out my nose... It was slick and sticky with bum-juice all the way up both nostrils, and its pungent, sti...