Killian and his two slaves enter Club Messalina. New comes to New Orleans, they had just emigrated from Germany. Killian was a tall blond Scandinavian, his top slave Gabrielle was a dark haired full breasted Italian, who held the leash of the bottom slave, an Asian named Ting. They approached the desk where a white clothed African American sat. "I am Killi...
Sunday morning, sitting in front of the computer, coffee in hand as I stare out the window of the den wondering what the hell just happened. Belinda is still sound asleep recovering from the wild night before and I am not even sure where to begin on describing our latest sexual adventure. Maybe a recap of the last two years is in order as I mull over the cha...
What might the world look like if women were usually stronger and more aggressive than men? Perhaps a society existing very much like the one we know, but with almost every gender role reversed. Not only that, but what if the ideas about the sexes that evolved in such a world were far stricter, enforced through every aspect of society and any deviation looke...
"You will wear the blue skirt!" she tells me, reaching to pull it out of the closet. I am already wearing the corset; black satin, laced, long suspenders linked on to sheer black stockings. Fishnet, she says, is tacky. Personally I think the whole suspenders-and-stockings thing is tacky, and much prefer bare flesh, but then, it's not for me to decide. I am...
There was a knock at the hotel room door exactly at 4 PM. ROGO opened the door and there stood Kass in a slinky black dress and 5 inch fuck me pumps. ROGO said, "Come in Kassy. How was your day? Did you get any staff recruiting done?" Kass responded that she had a difficult time concentrating on her work tasks since her pussy and ass still burned and her...
"Are you sure about this?" He asked the two tall women seated at the table. The ebony amazon frowned, "She is," gesturing to the equally tall blond. "But I don't believe a man can dominate me." "Then why I am here?" He lifted his wine glass, "Besides having an excellent meal." The blond looked over to the nude waitress, "You can leave and have the rest of...
Too Much of a Good Thing: A Fantasy of Excess. Chapter IV: A Bizarre Contest! I awoke on the Sunday close to noon! This was not planned, but for some reason Angel had just left me there comatose. Mind you, I had every reason to be! After surviving a full day with six teenagers and a full night with Angel, a decent lie in was not entirely a luxury. This...
Scorpius1945 This story is fictitious and no characters in the story are based on any real person, living or deceased. The activities described in this story are neither condoned nor recommended by the author. While this is a standalone story, readers are advised to read Chapters 01 and 02 before reading this so they gain an understanding of Ellie-Mae's hi...
4-1 I arrived in Omaha early Saturday morning, a little after eight AM actually. I had tried to convince myself that I really didn't miss Melinda at all but I knew damn well I was lying to myself. It had taken me no more than eight hours to admit that she had indeed become the most important person in my life and not even a call from my brother in Californi...
The two women stood side by side in the far left aisle, scanning the mostly unpopulated little auditorium, each trying to fine tune her eyesight in the sparse light. The room was just barely large enough for six or seven rows of maybe a dozen chairs each...small wooden folding chairs, each of which appeared to have survived - barely - several natural disaste...