Rick noticed her walking down the aisle of the market behind him, browsing among the baby care items. His secret fantasy was to be babied, and she fulfilled his idea of a good mommy. She looked to be in her late twenties, and her tank top and yoga pants casually hugged her slim body. Her auburn hair was carelessly held back with a head band. He anxiously not...
I awoke to find myself naked, hanging from the ceiling by two hooks. Dazed and confused, I tried to lift my weary eyes. The last thing I remembered was walking out with that hot girl from the bar. Was I drugged? I felt misty and couldn't seem to focus. Suddenly, I realized that I was naked and in a strange place. In front of me, drinking wine from a glass, w...
After receiving a cloned body I immigrated 127 Light Years from Earth to Free Skyes. Unfortunately I had to work and pay for that cloned body and I had very few skills a high tech society could use. So it was either I become an Unskilled Labourer or a Sex Slave. I guess Human Recourses figured me out pretty good. All those years in BDSM chat-rooms and websit...
During Buttercup's third week, she is given free time in the afternoon, so long as her chores are done. It turns out that Marilee is an important little cow on the Farm, and many meetings, tasks, and duties take up her time. She cannot keep track of Buttercup every minute. One blissful afternoon, after the two of them had sucked each other's breasts empty a...
Aaron Fisher was an average man. He was five-foot-ten, a buck ninety, and had a decent bit of muscle tone - especially for a guy who never actually went to the gym. How he'd scored a super sexy wife like Helen, no one could fathom. Helen Fisher was a bombshell. Five six, almost perfect hourglass figure, all natural 32 D-cup breasts, a tight round ass so fir...
After receiving a cloned body I immigrated 127 Light Years from Earth to Free Skyes. Unfortunately I had to work and pay for that cloned body and I had very few skills a high tech society could use. So it was either I become an Unskilled Labourer or a Sex Slave. I guess Human Recourses sure had me figured out. All those years in BDSM chat-rooms and websites...
I had been kneeling in front of Ms. Panington for some time as she finished her breakfast of omelet, bacon, toast, and orange juice. My mind was firing in a confused fashion and I was unsure which of many thoughts, feelings, and impulses to pay attention to, and which to ignore. Fight or flight was quite pronounced and I contemplated getting up then and ther...
My friend Tim called my cell phone and insisted I come right over to his place because he bought something and he wanted me to see it. I finished up my workout at the gym and headed over there. I dried my hair with the roof of my car down as I drove to his condo. I let myself in like I always do and started looking around the place for him. I finally start...
I'm not leaving the house like this!" I practically screamed. "Let's not make a big fuss honey," Miss Hunt replied. "We can just sneak through our backyards. Noone is gonna see us." "But I uh.." I tried to reply. "Enough!" she ordered. "Mommy says we're going home. You can put on a t-shirt if you like, but you and your diapered butt are going to my house....
My wife/Mistress, Heather and I had over the years developed a large repetoire of ways of playing together, with me, of course, always in a submissive role. One of our favorites was her as Mommy and me as her obedient little sissy boy. What a delightful combination of humiliation and safety it created in me. However, as frequently was the case, she had deci...