Once you pass the mismatched neon sign that reads "DOMINA ARENA, the first thing you see are the slave pens. They make sure you have to walk past the scores of would-be warriors from across the wasteland, now bound in chains and awaiting a life of degrading sexual servitude to their new masters. As you walk towards the check-in, you're given a grim remi...
DISCLAIMER: All individuals in this story are adults. If you are not an adult, you should go play with Legos or something until you can read stories like this. --"Pop My Cherry"--- by alphaspiritNY "I want you to pop my cherry!" It's loud in the club, and the girl has to shout in your face. Her speech is slurred, her thin, white shirt dre...
This multiverse was known to be a seemingly infinite space filled with an equally vast amount of universes. This fact caused there to be practically limitless possibilities. Allow me to tell you a story about one such possibility that I hope will pique your interest, with you probably being the kinky macrophile or macrophile who stumbles upon this story some...
Steve has a fairly lucrative business I don't know much about. He spends most of the work week at his warehouse and doesn't tell me much. Our relationship is electric and I don't want to pry and ruin anything we have at the moment. It might still be the honeymoon stage talking but I can't imagine a better person to satiate my dirty mind and body. It was near...
I am now well into the second year of my new career and have a good number of regular clients. Many of them like to talk at length and sometimes a session ends without anything sexual taking place at all. At times I feel more like a therapist than a sex worker but I'm not qualified for such a role so I tend to offer empathy and encourage them to keep talking...
We were enjoying a late night drink in a bar when my husband visited the toilet. As soon as he was gone a staggering, muscle-bound young man crashed down next to me, grinning like a drunken ape. "Hey Sweet cheeks! Y'fancy a hot beef injection?" His cider breath burping into my face as he leered at my breasts. "Nice sweater puppies, sexy pants, I'm Bry!"...
The Foundation 22 Hard Work The guards had dressed Ramon in a simple grey outfit for his trip to The Foundation, but Tanya and Wendy dispensed with his clothing, tossing the rags to the ground to leave him naked before everyone gathered in the prison yard. "You won't be needing clothes at The Foundation," Wendy told him, stroking his member to emphasis h...
16 The Fuck Factory Carmel drew back the large red door marked Studio 1 and stepped inside to see a young woman with a clipboard watching three prisoners being cuffed and chained while a fourth prisoner was slipping into a dark blue leotard. Carmel recognised the producer. "Sasha. We meet again. How is life in Hollywood?" "Very good. I'm making a lot of...
Yet another birthday is rolling around, this one making me forty-four. I can't help but realize that time is going by so fast. It seems like only yesterday I was pushing my son in his carriage. Now he is twenty, and not needing me as much so I find myself with a lot of time on my hands, and a lot of thinking about my sexual needs. I have always been somewhat...
Part 13 Vegas Arrival We quickly departed the plane and as expected, Master had a limousine waiting for all of us. Getting into the limo, Master asked his slut / my wife loudly enough for all of us to hear, "Is that stretched out pussy already tender and sore?" My wife immediately responded that it was hoping that Master might express some niceties or co...