This story chronicles the adventures of slave stacie, which is a sub story of the larger narrative of SirCarl and His "littleone." This series is about stacie, a new slave; she will have much to learn before Sir renames her thereby making her part of His ever-growing family. All participants are over the age of 30 (even a true Dominant knows never to reveal...
When I looked in the mirror at my naked body I was surprised at how scratched and red my nipples were. No wonder they were sore. Turning around I saw big bruises across my ass that I was going to have to explain if my husband saw them. Lying to my husband wasn't something that I was looking forward to. However, I was definitely not prepared to tell him tha...
A fat black old woman story: seven steps is a short way for rewarding. I want to share my story because I did not expect at my age to find a (young) lover and experience such delight in it (may it last forever!). The first step: "Well, I accepted my new job in New York and he didn't want give up his to move with me, so I've ended our relationship." With t...
I would like to apologize for the long delay since the last installment. Life attacked in a big way and I had one hell of a case of writer's block on this piece. I seriously considered ending the story. Every time I pulled it up, I just sat there. I wrote other things, some very good. However, I just couldn't move forward. Then one afternoon, I had a scrap o...
"You disappoint me Mistress Whitney, I had thought that you would not back down from our little game but it seems I was sadly mistaken." Whitney Houston turned he fiercest gaze on the young woman (she would not call Shakira a Mistress) who had such a disrespectful tone of voice and spoke with undisguised menace. "Do not imply that I am ever scared to back...
Author's Note: The identity of the car is left purposefully hidden as an exercise for the reader, although it shouldn't be too hard for the right devotee. Indeed, vague devotees will guess in the first paragraph, while only true devotees will get the full answer. It is probably best to read at least the original "Harm School", and probably also "Harem Scho...
The life of a botanist isn't always sunshine and roses... Author's note: This is Part 1 of a 3-part story arc and is a light look at alien botanicals rather than the usual Nonhuman Vamps, Weres and mythical creatures. It isn't intended to make the "Reality Check" some readers find crucial. Rather, it is an exercise in Willing Suspension of Disbelief. In the...
Lourdes gritted her teeth as Solomita pressed the end of her Newport Full Flavor cigarette to the edge of her lover's clitoris. Lourdes was a non smoker, but endured much from the cancer sticks of her various dominants... Lourdes's nipples were severely clamped with Victor rat-traps, quite heavy, and she was a comic sight as the traps wavered, on her small...
The beginning of the winter descended upon me. I was still living for the most part in Sophia's flat over the lingerie shop. I was still mostly out of action from the still healing ink. Well, and that my Mistress had fastened my many pierced cunt with a chain and lock, to stop me fingering myself remorselessly. Our rendezvous with my estranged husband was we...
This is a little story that happened to me when I first started dating my wife. At the time, we'd been together about 10 months, had already dropped the "I love you bomb" and were making plans to start living together soon. And why not? We'd pretty much spent every waking minute together since the day we met, which is pretty shocking, since I'm a guy who gen...