Disgrace Stories

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Captive Ch. 09

by LadySneak on Sep 16, 2017
BDSM

Time passed in a flurry of activity at the House in preparation for the arrival of the King. Emissary Zarn and Lord Ulrich were both losing patience with me over my refusal to return to the service of Lord Ulrich immediately. my reply was always that i would await the out come of the King's official inquiry into the matter. There was no way that i was willin...

Did Lizzie Borden Have a Love Life?

by DeniseNoe on Sep 16, 2017
Reviews & Essays

"Lizzie Borden Had a Secret, Mr. Borden Discovered It Then A Quarrel" was the October 10, 1892 headline of the Fall River Globe. The supposed "secret" was one that would have been most damning in that era: the unmarried 32-year-old was pregnant. By October 12th, the story had miscarried and the Boston Globe published an apology. An unscrupulous detective na...

Throne of Shame

by spankingtheatre on Sep 12, 2017
BDSM

Her throne glimmered with gold. Ornately carved, fashioned by the continent's finest craftsmen, it sat on a dais of burgundy and jade. He took the princess's hand delicately, elegantly holding hers on top of his, and led her. "Your throne, your highness" He enjoyed how quickly her expression changed from pride to shame, as she spied the finger-length pro...

Punishment

by bourbondream on Oct 12, 2017
Fetish

-This story has been tagged scat for a reason. If you can't stomach, don't read!- ***** The spring weather was finally warming but I felt cool spread out on the comforter of the bed. I was enjoying a lazy Saturday trying to catch up on reading. Occasionally I heard the television from the living room. I was so lost in the novel that I didn't hear her come...

Joanne and her Cigars Pt. 01

by jlenil on Sep 15, 2017
Fetish

I don't know why this crazy notion had seized my imagination. And I certainly don't know why I decided to act on it. After all, I have always been a rather goodie-goodie type of girl. And I am known to be shy. But, what the heck, I thought. It's my birthday and I am definitely going to do this. So I did it. I tried a cigar. And I liked it. And now I'm going...

The Morning Comes

by ElleEss on Sep 12, 2017
BDSM

It's the dead of night and there's desperate knocking at the door. A threatening, menacing pounding shaking the walls. I run my hand up the wall, looking for the light switch. It's not there. Where has it gone? The latch breaks. The door explodes open, and a tall shadow lunges forward. I fall into a corner, trapped and paralyzed. I lift my hands to my face...

Pools of Wetness (An Angel Story)

by Cherish_Desire on Sep 13, 2017
Toys & Masturbation

I'm suspended over a vast ocean, plummeting fast, and then I'm under the water and drowning. That's what it feels like. Except I don't drown. I keep sinking deeper and deeper, feeling undercurrents flowing into my cunt and ass, and I'm being fucked by every wave in the sea. Drowning would be merciful. Instead I'm adrift within shadows of glimmering blue gre...

Hotel Meeting

by Tenderedalone on Sep 2, 2017
Erotic Couplings

It had been a week since that fateful day in the rain for Samantha and Daniel, and both of them had been to busy to meet up again since during their lunch. The two handled themselves really well on the Saturday when they with their respective spouses met to have thai food. A brief brush of the leg. A slightly more tender hug, but nothing more. Finally, ther...

Just Desserts

by alexbernaise on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

The fact is, I was really looking forward to her visit. She and I met online at a spanking site and had hit it off quite well. When I invited Tasha to come out and stay for the weekend, she said she couldn't wait. Apparently, that was an understatement. Imagine my surprise when, instead of arriving Saturday morning as planned, I found her at my door on Frida...

Kinky GYM

by BullMilk on Sep 12, 2017
BDSM

Hi. Elaina here. Mistress is tired of writing so I'm giving her a break and thinking that I can do this more justice anyway. After watching her walk out the door, I allowed myself the little luxury of sticking my tongue out at her retreating image. Not that this made me feel any better, in fact I felt worse. Snaking my hands around to rub circles on my cheek...