There is a collar he wears. It marks him as my boy, my pet, my love, my person I intend to share my life with. The key part here is that it marks him as mine. I look in the mirror. My hair is pulled back in a low, no-nonsense ponytail which makes my eyes easier to focus on. The boy kneeling next to me has often told me that when I am in the zone, my eyes ar...
Grace sat cross-legged in her oversized t-shirt staring out the window. The snow was coming down pretty thick now, and she took another sip of hot chocolate as she watched the swirling flakes from the 12th floor of her apartment building. Her phone suddenly buzzed, breaking the tranquility of a snowy morning. Checking the message, it seemed to come from an...
It's been a week since I was used and discarded like a common whore by Vishal and I've been hoping for his phone call every day since then. I even sleep with the phone switched on for the first time in my life, so as not to miss his call if he calls during the night. It's like I've turned into this needing bitch in heat by his abusing and humiliating me just...
Note to readers: thanks as always for all the feedback, comments and suggestions! I have been able to incorporate some of them in this series, some will wait for the next. Sorry it's taken me a little while to write the next chapter, summer is crazy for a mother of three! Hope you enjoy this story, let me know if you do! * The desert air had turned cold a...
Tom slipped the jumper over his head, feeling the soft fabric fall over his bare shoulders, the wool slightly tickling his nipples - nipples that had become so used to being exposed. He looked down at his groin and ran his fingers through his lush pubic hair that had grown back, his fingers lingering on his glans where the ring used to be. He pulled up the c...
Yet again thanks to the wonderful Itlfoxyridr Chapter 3 - My Temporary Mya Mya returns to the club and Mr. Stone; facing her fears and pending punishment. Mya: I walked through the doors of the Stone Hotel, excited and anxious about what will happen next. I was already surprised to even be here again, considering that when discovered that Mr. Stone WAS t...
Brenda and Mona were sitting in the park watching their four little boys and one very feisty little girl play on the equipment. Mona looked at her friend out of the corner of her eyes and muttered, "So, is there anything else you 'forgot' to tell me about being a nymph, besides my butt getting just as wet and juicy as my pussy when I'm turned on?" Brenda ro...
A gag can be uncomfortable to the uninitiated. It’s not simply a matter of something to keep you quiet, although of course it does that too. It makes it harder to breathe, can hurt your jaw, and indeed, for the less strong willed slave can degrade you thoroughly, depending on the type. There's a huge range of styles from your silk scarf through to the rubber...
It was just another day at the office for me. One appointment ran into another and, considering my line of work, was a fairly normal day for me. Of course when your specialty is sexual dysfunction, neuroses and surrogacy "normal" is a very relative term. My first appointment for the day was a woman with intimacy issues. Heather, who should have had no probl...
This is the eighth installment of Mrs. Hart's Ache Chapter III, Interlude V, Cassandra. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Author's note: see the Index of Terms for the definition of any word with which you are not familiar. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This is a simple tale of retribution, wherein the young hero teaches the mother of his newest girlfri...