I'm a sleepy baby. I love to be put to bed early whenever I've finished taking care of everything Daddy could need. One night, after we finished watching something, we both headed to get ready for sleep. As I started to crawl into bed, Daddy slapped me across the face and I was taken aback. I was still swerving, catching my balance when he grabbed my arms a...
I stop at a gas station to fill up and get clean, though using this restroom it would've probably have been better leaving Cassie's juices on my face. Sitting down to pee is also not fun at all. I finish washing up and head back to my car. As I get behind the wheel, it dawns on me what I've done. I agreed to be Cassie's slave! Why? Why did I lick her ass,...
I met Jay on the internet. Where else? He had read the literary erotica I was posting online, under the pen name Violet. I giggled over the ridiculous private messages I had been receiving from complete strangers ever since I started posting. Strange men would read my stories and either wanted to be my dom or my boyfriend, but they knew absolutely nothing ab...
The Pt. 1 to this story is under First Time section. This piece slightly became less of first time and more bdsm. To understand fully where Claire is coming from, visit New Job, New Secret under the First Time category. ***** After fourth months of working for Mrs. Polly, my nose has become desensitized to the smell of paper. My head had stopped hurting af...
Sometimes, all I want is a good fucking! No feelings involved, no emotional connection, no strings attached. Just pure, unadulterated, animalistic sex. I wonder what it would feel like to meet some stranger at a social gathering and have him take me somewhere quiet so he could fuck me silly! I have this fantasy of meeting a complete stranger at some sort of...
Martin is in trouble! Left naked and bound spread eagle on top of a table in a dark room, he can do nothing but await the return of Warden. Left there by Warden naked on the table, exposed and vulnerable, Martin just couldn't help it... he was getting hard. Martin tried desperately to think of other things. Anything other than his current situation. He was...
Chapter 3: Friday Evening "Here is your seat." "Thank you Pixie." Mia beamed as she took her designated seat. Although it wasn't a formal dinner, a seating arrangement had been provided for evening meals to encourage mingling. The tables were long wooden beams, almost like something out of a English boarding school. Although the room looked quite formal,...
The Yorkshire village of Hornsthwaitedale straddles the lazy curve of the river around the old stone bridge where the oak tree bends low beneath the lush weight of its own greenery, and willows ripple shadows up from the shingle riverbank across the cemetery towards the tall spire of the Norman church. Several narrow ginnels and snickets radiate between clus...
The California sun basking the home in rays of light the front door to professor Lisbeth Duncan's house opened. Hearing the noise of conversation her student Tracy looked out from the openings of the puppy cage. Placed just around the corner from the kitchen in the laundry room of her home it would take but a few steps or so and the group of women would see...
It wasn't pitch black in the boot of the car. A thin line of light around the parcel shelf illuminated the thick duvet I lay curled up upon, the pillows lining the edges so that when I slithered around as the car weaved and turned, I didn't bruise myself against the sides. I could make out the pale length of my arms and the length of soft black fabric holdin...