I am Sebastian Tombs. A Master and a slaver and this is the story of how I started my calling. I make no apologies for not delving deeply into the minds of the women along the way, after all 'a woman is a woman is a slave' and who cares what a slave feels? Surprisingly some of us very much but not in ways you may think. And anyway this is my story and it ma...
CHAPTER 1 She could feel the metal floor of her cage rough against her side as she moved her to push herself up. Opening her eyes, she blinked as the lights turned on and rubbed her sleepy face. She stretched as much as she was able to in the small space, gaining a little room by stretching her hands up through the bars above her head. She heard heavy foots...
This is a series of short stories. They are vignettes of a couple in love. They were the regular morning exchange between the author and someone who was very special to him. They arose out of the desire to turn one partner into more of a morning person. While we couldn't be together physically at that moment, they served as an expression of love, desires a...
All characters are over 18 years old. This story is about how Gail became the seductress she is. I really encourage you to read my first story "GTO" to understand fully who Gail is as I spent much more time on her background there. This story takes place at the beginning of summer between her Junior and Senior year of high school. As you read this, please...
"Simon annoys me so much sometimes," she said angrily. "I just want to give him a good spanking." He grinned. "He'd probably enjoy it if you did." She laughed, but then looked more serious. "Simon is not into anything like that," she said sadly. "Obviously it runs in the family," he told her. "Jane's not interested in that sort of thing either." "She doe...
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Note: This story is the fifty-seventh installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous fifty-six episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter. This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I str...
She is standing in the middle of the room, in a long skirt and tight, enclosing bodice. Her skin is pale, so pale. She seems so small I could break her with a finger, but I know this one of old. Hard as nails and stubborn with it. And today I'm going to make her scream for me. "Stay here," I tell her. "If you move an inch I'm going to send you straight hom...
Prologue Jules: I am not that kind of woman. I am married, loved, cared for. I love my husband. I have no right to want more, no right to desire something else, someone else. A desire like that should be forbidden, should not be lived out. But he, Tom, knew. He knew what I wanted, what I craved. He knew what we both wanted from one another. He can give me th...
It was frustrating to be simply Rowan again, working, taking lunch breaks, fighting traffic. I kept thinking about Mistress. Kitten. The guy in the leather pants. My bare breasts. I was in a meeting on Friday morning, figuring out how many minutes until lunch and the end of Norman Bickerman droning on and on about safety flowcharts. I'd had chains on my w...