Part 8 – Until the Cows Come Home Once all the guests had departed, Mistress Eva came back to tend to her slave. Claudia was still spaced out when she saw the Mistress' face appear hovering above her. "You did very well tonight Shitlips," she complimented. "However, your training is not complete." Claudia wasn't even troubled. She lay in her pool of shit...
An old joke retold. Shuttlepilot inspired this farrago, but you can blame me for all of it. "Mother-fucker!" The pencil slammed into the glass panel of the office wall, point-first. It fell, rapidly joining its brethren on the floor. No problem, Kali had a lot more pencils. Although all her work was done on the computer, she still ordered pencils by the ca...
I stand before her, our nakedness exposed. I trace my right index finger over my lips and lick its length with my long, wet tongue. She does the same, copying my every move. Our eyes are locked on each other's as if in a trance, daring not to look away for fear of breaking the spell. I reach out to her, my hands almost meeting hers, save for the mirrored gla...
(Inspired by Encounter in the Glade and The Perils of Nude Sunbathing By Little White Mouse) * "Skinnydipping!" "Sunbathing!" "Skinnydipping!" "Sunbathing!" Stella Burgess and Moira O'Donnell, roommates and BFF's, back and forthed on the virtues of flesh baring in a tropical paradise. The paradise was one of a cluster of islands near Tahiti. There were...
I liked men and I think most of them liked me as well. There was only one man though who had all the right to thrust his cock into my throbbing pussy any time he pleased. And whereas I got to enjoy the admiration of men and he let me enjoy them, it was just a matter of time when he was going to lock me up in chastity just to be on the safe side that I woul...
Author's note: This story is mainly a description of what it might be like to be a ponygirl slave, for which purposes it is set in a vague dystopian world in which ponygirl slaves are objects of use, and not selves to be cared for. There has been a conscious attempt to cover all aspects of such a life, including those that I would have been inclined to shy a...
This story contains watersports and poo eating, so if that is not your thing, then proceed no further. If it is, then I hope you enjoy. I was ten weeks pregnant and my bump was just beginning to show when the craving began. It started slowly, I would go to the toilet, and as my, you-know-what would splash into the bowl and the smell would reach my over-se...
Warning this story contains scat, watersports, incest and much more. Also, it is a spin off from Alyssa's Confession the trilogy. Reading it is not necessary but it's there if you want to dive in deeper. Enjoy! ***** It was Detective Hardy's first day back on the job, after shooting an unarmed black teenager. He Tippy-toed through the crowded FBI office, h...
Part 5 – Conditioning of a Toilet Slave Now Mistress Eva was in proper Mistress uniform. Black, thigh-high leather boots with laces running all the way up the front. Wide, black fishnets peeked out the top of the boots, pulled up by black leather suspenders attached to a red garter belt. She untied them momentarily and removed her black, leather panties. Up...
James pulled his BMW 320i into the driveway with The Doors blasting "Backdoor Man." Now Jim Morrison, that was a man. He had women eating off his crotch as he downed bottle after bottle of whiskey. Spent his life being the God of rock and cock. But a name was about all he shared with Jim Morrison. James pulled into the garage and turn off the engine, sighed...