The next Friday Liz came over wearing a very short leather skirt and tight white singlet. John was naked, but had an erection upon seeing Liz. Liz was more dominant than me. She and her husband I knew often played master/slave games. "We'll have to do something about that cock of yours." Liz said, taking out 2 cock rings from her bag and sliding one to the...
I am one of several slaves my Mistress Marisa keeps in her household. I am completely owned as are the other slaves that serve her. These episodes are written with her permission. It is my, our story... ******************************** "Please Mistress, please...so sorry, I had to go so bad, couldn't get you on the phone, couldn't hold it, couldn't, please...
I was lying kneeling across the bed wearing my wife's mini skirt, bra, and crutchless panties with a transvestite behind me fucking my arsehole when all of a sudden my wife entered the bedroom, looking aghast and shocked. I thought that she was staying with a girlfriend overnight. "You pervert!" she cried. My wife was a very straight laced woman- too straig...
Susan O'Malley was never much of a housekeeper. She was, however, the best at dominating men, and women, young and old, delighting in bending them to her ways, usually a process that involved forcing them to drink her hot piss. Not usually - always. She loved exploiting the weaknesses of others. It played to her sexually controlling nature. Today, for exa...
It was a special pleasure to see things filled out, to see things sullied and reshaped. Sareena would often bite her lip and try to pretend not to stare as she helped an attractive customer try on lingerie, making sure the panties filled out their asses and the bras hugged their curves just so. She loved watching the thin material of a thong disappear betwee...
Again, I find it necessary to explain myself. I started out to write a two-part story about a writer, new to fiction, who writes about herself telling how she met her lover. The intros and endnotes are part of the story. Some of you have caught on, but, evidently, I confused others. The first part of the story is factual up to a degree. I changed names to p...
Kneeling on the floor beside the toilet, dressed in lingerie and wearing pink lipstick waiting for the door to open, my mind kept going around in circles to what led me here, wondering if I could have done anything different to prevent it. I remembered sitting on the toilet earlier today looking at my bright pink nylon and white lace panties, resisting the...
Hi all. I've taken on requests from some readers and this series has gone more extreme, so be warned - this has scat that goes all the way! As ever, everyone is willing and an adult, etc. Time changes things, that's a fact. Last week Naomi Green had celebrated her 23rd birthday and, a couple of days later, the six-month anniversary of her moving in with...
(note, this story contains vomit, as well as some piss play. If you do not want to read those things, then this is probably not the story for you) * I was nervous as I arrived at the motel room door. I raised my hand up to knock, paused momentarily to reconsider, and then in a burst of courage, rapped loudly 3 times on the door. I had to wait nervously for...
Valentina and Misty didn't talk on the drive to the club. Valentina was content to sit enjoying the silence, and Misty was virtually entranced by the aroma engulfing her nose as she inhaled deeply through Valentina's panty. Valentina's scent was that of arousal and sex, yet somehow mixed with death and decay. Misty knew that she could never have the words t...