I trot up the stairs, excited about what I'm pretty sure I'm going to do. Not a really sexual excitement, more the kind you get waiting in line for a not-too-scary roller coaster. Lots of anticipation, almost no fear. In the bathroom, I pull up my skirt, a knee-length, black, peasant affair. No underwear to deal with. As I sit on the toilet, arranging my cl...
Neil stood helplessly in the cell, corseted and in severe head bondage, his hands cuffed to his slave collar, unable to influence anything to change his state of sensory deprivation and utter despair. There was no sight, no sound except his heartbeat and breathing, no taste but rubber, no smell but leather, and no feeling except the cold concrete floor benea...
Mel lived with her husband on a remote acreage. He had a shift work job which often left her alone for long 12 hour stints at a time. He also ignored her needs as a passionate woman and that's where I came in. We had been meeting together for several months, both happy that we were fulfilling a need with each other's passions. Earlier that day Mel was quite...
I had woken up groggy 20 minutes before, washed the sleep off my face and thrown on my gym gear: plain white cotton undies, my sports bra, cycle shorts and top. No need for deodorant or to dress up cos I'll end up sweaty and stinky anyway. The stinkier the better when I scrub clean and I happen to love my stink. Unlike those rich housewife types who go to t...
Reflection 3: What exactly is Pornography? The question is straight forward, but defining it is altogether another matter. It is one of those words that has a multitude of meanings. Most think it's a dirty, mudded word and will not even say it; it evokes so many negative connotations and avoids it as if the word itself held a disease without really knowin...
Steven sat staring at his laptop, openmouthed in amazement, at the email that had appeared out of nowhere in the account he reserved for his secret, erotic purposes. It was from a woman who called herself Mistress Susan and she was saying how much she had enjoyed a femdom story he had written and posted on a website. As an amateur writer of erotic fiction...
Here's the great part; when I push the IV needle through the pale skin inside her elbow, my cock is already deep up her ass. She's just begun to catch her breath from my single impaling thrust, when the needle's prick comes without warning. This is the part I love-- I feel her ass contract tightly from the pain, but she's well-disciplined now, and doesn't ev...
1472 Virginia Ave. SW Washington, D.C. Mrs. Beatrice B... Hazel Park E..., Virginia Thursday July 9th, 1863 Dear Mama, As always your perception is acute. It is indeed true that Thomas and I were last together October 27th of last year. I plan to remain here in Washington until the baby arrives and then through the rest of the winter. I have not yet infor...
The usual Author's Notes as before: (1) This is fiction; (2) One should never start a book at chapter 8; (3) Jason is not being exploited by anyone except himself; (4) Slavery is illegal. That does not mean it is not real. But this is just a story; (5) Do NOT EVER leave anyone in bondage as severe as that depicted herein without supervision; (6) This s...
The air was finally cooling, but the wide planks of the dock still felt warm beneath my feet when we emerged from the lake. We both flopped down on our towels, not bothering to dry off right away. The air was still and soft, but the mosquitoes were blissfully few. We lay staring at the stars, savouring the peace of having the dock to ourselves. "Do we submi...