I must admit that when I first met Hodan "Danni" Suleiman, the possibility that she might be a dominatrix never occurred to me. The prim and proper, hijab-wearing, short but cute Somali sister walking through the halls of Carleton University in her long skirt, with the Koran tucked under her arm seemed like the picture of Islamic feminine decency and respons...
Master, Dear Master, It is hard to pinpoint and exact place or time when I knew but all my life I have been dominated by powerful men. When it became clear to me that this was a lifestyle choice and something I could do and be accepted, it was in The Sims Online. It was December of 2002. I had been sent an invitation to join the beta test for TSO. At this...
The governments of the world didn't become the regime overnight, it was a gradual descent on a slippery slope. As technological progression eclipsed mankind's ability to regulate it, the world was slowly overcome by its own shadow elements. As with all technologies, the advent of personalized medicine, AI, computer/brain interface, and many other breakthroug...
(This story involves a lot of humiliation of the main character, futa on male action, incest, and other fringe fetishes. If these aren't your thing turn back now. I also wanted to give credit and thanks to the artist Mafen for the above picture which helped inspire this story.) The hall is quiet. You were pretty sure nobody was at home. You creep carefully d...
Chapter 38 Christmas Dinner Copyright @ calibeachgirl All rights reserved, 2010 Christmas Day The North Shore Estate, Oahu Sella.... Early in the afternoon, Christina and I met with Miss Alessa to continue our studies of the many companies that were under the business umbrella of the Corporation. With my laptop booting, I put in my password and waite...
"J-O-Y, J-O-Y, this must surely mean: Jesus first, yourself last, and others in between." -- Sunday School Chorus (sung to tune "Jingle Bells") Although it seems incongruous to refer to a Sunday School chorus in a Literotica posting, the parallel between my life as a submissive and the chorus prompted me to comment here. As a submissive, the idea of servin...
An abrasive train whistle cuts through your gentle sleep. As you groggily open your eyes, you see the familiar antique decor of your private train compartment. The bench across from you is empty. You sigh: it's been a while since you've had any kind of company, human or otherwise. Hopefully, those administrative privileges and the sexual endurance pill the p...
Our protagonists are no ordinary family. While they tend to stick together and stand up for eachother, in this family it is the men that are dominant while the women are constantly being punished. The father, John, and the mother, Kara, have been together for a long time and for them this is nothing strange. John sometimes knees Kara in the vagina when he co...
Jonah could not remember a time when he was more nervous. Per his habit, he showed up far too early at the Cheesecake Factory, and was waiting at a table. For her. For the woman he had been chatting with online and exposing some of his deepest, most embarrassing fantasies to. The woman who wanted to meet him in person. The Domme who he wanted so badly....
She continued with Her story apparently still stunned by the events of the last three months. He laid respectfully quiet, still unable to move within his restrictions, yet soaking up the events as She revealed them to him. He was stunned by Her news and now realised why She had shut him out of Her life for so long. -0- She sat in a huge drawing room, surro...