Note: Reading Part 1 first highly recommended. Shelley tells the story of how she, (a huge-breasted submissive redhead), inadvertently sets off the metal detectors at the airport, and is strip-searched by Elena, a sexy, dominant Puerto Rican security guard. (From Part I) I could feel my orgasm coming on, and I wanted it so bad. Suddenly, though, she pulle...
Sir Jeffrey Trailson, Knight of the Land, was relaxing in his living room when his servant knocked on the door. Jeffrey looked over to the man and smiled. "Yes, David?" The man bowed. "There is a messenger for you, Sir Jeffrey. She claims she is from the royal palace." "The Royal Palace?" Jeffrey asked, standing up quickly. "Show her in, David." The man...
It was a freezing cold Monday afternoon just after Christmas when they caught me. It had been snowing non-stop for three days and the East Village was almost deserted. I didn’t see a thing. One minute I was scurrying home through the blizzard to my wife and kids, the next I had a gun in my ribs and there was a strange, muffled voice telling me to get into th...
As the morning of fourteenth day arrived, I cowered at Blanche's feet and kissed them again and again. In just two weeks the women had seized the element of my submissive nature and trained and broken my will completely. I was on the point of begging Blanche to allow me to see the noose again; I would rather have been despatched than go back to Cherie, her m...
The pain was incredible. She wanted to run from it almost as badly as she wanted to run towards it. Almost, but not quite. She needed it. Her entire world shrank until it became that one thought, and that one thought only. Then, somewhere outside of it, she heard a woman saying something. Before she could even really register what had been said, the whip cam...
The planet is drifting in weightless eternity. Its oxygen rich environment is nearly earth like in every aspect. Even its appearance is a green jewel in a colorless black void. It offers a breathtaking view unlike anything in a thousand light years. Despite this, the world is so mundane that it's currently neither colonized nor catalogued. But for the people...
"Today I am finally going to do the impossible, I am going to turn a Black Bull into a Black Cuckold, just watch me," Khadija Jabari said, and the six-foot-tall, curvy, dark-skinned, athletic, forty-something Black Muslim woman looked at the camera, and laughed gleefully. Out there, her hundreds of thousands of fans were watching, hanging onto her every word...
Bitsy sat, ruminating over her fate, in the rapidly cooling water of her deep bath. The king—Stuart—Tristan—Master, she corrected her mental voice, had graciously allowed her the freedom of her bath. The tropical humidity that characterized the lushness of the soak's beginnings had transformed her pinned up ebony cloak of hair into damp ringlets that escaped...
She knelt over the bath, took a bar of soap and rubbed a generous amount of lather onto Marcos chest; taking a Bic razor she then proceeded to shave an inch and a half wide bare patch all the way from his neck to his navel and to the base of his flaccid penis. "What did you do that for?" He whinged. "I'm gonna have to shave it all now" He tutted… She said no...
I am on my way to you, dressed as I like to be for play, in high heeled black leather boots, black leather skirt, and white silk blouse. Nothing underneath. I like the freedom of feeling the silk and the leather against my bare skin. You are nervous tonight. Tense. You feel a churning within you. You have been pacing a lot today, and now you are here, alone...