"Rob darling, we need to talk, come and sit with me, and bring me a glass of Prosecco, better still, bring the bottle." "Yes my love." I was finding it hard to believe how subservient my husband had become, following my sexy encounter with James. Wonderful as it was, I was finding it all rather puzzling. Rob came in to the room carrying the Prosecco and a...
Previously from part 1; Mercedes dumped me after she left for college. I got even years later by getting her to whore for my friend Jim. After years of whoring, her family found out and intervened. I saw her again over a year later at a bar and we spoke. On her way out, she slipped me a note to call her on Monday. The weekend seemed long as I was impatient...
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I am one of several slaves my Mistress Marisa keeps in her household. I am completely owned as are the other slaves that serve her. These episodes are written with her permission. It is my, our story... *************************** "Hurry up, just the things you need for the weekend, that sissy shit you do to look like a girl. Let's go." He's staring at m...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. * Once upon a time, in a tiny kingdom far away, there lived a King and Queen. Now King Brent was a handsome man, a warrior still in his prime. Six feet tall, tanned and fit from sword practice, dirty-blonde hair hanging loose to his shoulders and piercing blue eyes looking out fr...
"It's funny how clothes set the mood," my Owner has mused, and he's right: When I am dressed according to his specifications, I feel more like my true self, his property, his "living fuck doll," as he once said to fluster me. He always instructs me in how to dress for him, but this time I was given a choice. I was to meet him wearing either fishnet pantyhose...
Ethan picked up his trilling phone. "Levy," he said. "Levy," she mocked. "Kylie!" he said warmly, leaning back. "To what do I owe the pleasure?" "Well, Mr. I'm-so-important-that-I-work-late-every-night, your wife is calling to humbly request your presence at Chez Levy on this night, at something approaching a reasonable hour," she said cheekily. "We here...
Dear Readers: My last few stories have been humor and satire and rather light, but this is a cuck story and a dirty cuck story. So if you don't like cuck stories don't read it and leave nasty comments. If you are a repressed cuckold I know you can't help yourself and you'll read it and it will make you angry as that repressed fetish rises close to the surfac...
Faith smeared on the remainder of her lipstick as she tossed the slender silver tube into a nearby trash can. She sighed to herself, adjusting her hair in the mirror. She didn't even want to go to this party. Switching colleges her senior year had been extremely hard for her, and she wasn't so quick to make friends. The only girl who had befriended her was A...
You’ve probably noticed a lot of Internet sex photos from Russia. I was a part of that scene as a teenager in Russia, but my family moved to the United States and I had to leave behind an amazing opportunity. My introduction to the Russian sex business came to me without planning on my part. A friend’s father was involved, and it was through him that I fou...