Her home was empty. Without Luis, the small apartment echoed. It needed a male in it. She needed a male in her. Where was he? She flew up above the hive to look for him. The ground around it was bustling, but not with humans. She heard a thump nearby and turned in that direction. She dropped a couple of feet in shock. Luis was on the roof, and running acros...
Disclaimer: I do not own the game that this fanfiction is written for, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. -- The Orc Thrall, Warchief of the Horde, walked slowly through the halls of Orgrimmar, the concerns of his people still ringing in his ears even in the silent hallways. The new addition to his ci...
Housekeeping Forty minutes later I'm kneeling at Their feet, holding a serving tray high above my bowed head. Making breakfast of real food that I could smell is horrible torture. Slaves eat porridge made from dog food and whatever dead critters are found washed up on the beach. It's hard to swallow your drool when you've got a rubber dick jammed down your...
Jane woke up feeling groggy, her eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness around her, yet the darkness made it difficult to make out where she was. A rough fabric was beneath her that caused her body to itch. The sound of chain links caught her attention yet could not make out where it was coming from. As she tried to get up, her neck was yanked to the ground....
A silhouette outside the pebbled glass window pauses before opening the heavy oak door into the Nurse's Office. Molly extricates herself from the surging traffic in the corridor. She bodily closes the door behind her and the passing period din all but disappears. Expecting to find the school nurse at her desk she finds instead Greta Roshmann working through...
"First you'll be helping to clean this hall, and then to put up the decorations. You'll be working an extra hour tonight, and all of Christmas Eve to get everything ready. We'll wait until your equipment gets here." He lined them up, their backs almost touching the mirrors and strolled along in front of them, examining them one by one. Her came to Lara and s...
My Dear Thomas, I received the letter expressing your curiosity as to my new "lifestyle". People may offer such kindness' that are truly cruel, so why not a cruelty that is perhaps kind? Some sweet pain that is longed for, wanted, craved for. If it was asked of you, knowing that is it desired, would you, could you, deliver? Could you fathom that what you m...
You sit there on the bench, nervous and unsure of what to expect. You've been to a dominatrix before, you've dipped your toes into the BDSM scene at a few public events, but you've never had a private session with Mistress Millicent. She left you a list of instructions prior to your session: a specific time to be there, a specific room in the dungeon she sh...
I love a good massage. It's a chance for my body and brain to relax and let go. No thinking, no planning, just being in the moment. Cool air and warm hands slide over my skin. Calming rhythmic music slowly dances from the speakers. Floral oil scents waft around me. A completely sensory experience, a personal indulgence, a not-so-guilty pleasure. Robin is my...
Sharon was either in the midst of pleasuring herself when I got back to the hotel room or she was in bed waiting for me to return so we could fuck. When I got back to our room I was still dressed in my suit from my client meeting. It was my pitch for new business that took us to Seattle and our mini vacation together. I make videos. Sharon's a former teach...