Who says the cuckold lifestyle isn't for black folks? Don't believe these fools. Just ask me, Shante Philemon. Five-foot-nine, curvy and sexy, with dark brown skin, a thick Afro and a nice, big brown butt, that's me in a nutshell. A proud Creole beauty who is one hundred percent comfortable in the skin she's in. I'm a young black woman of Haitian descent liv...
Chapter Seven - The Day After and Beyond Author's Note: This is a story of a female dominant/male submissive relationship between mature people. This is fiction. If you enjoy such stories read on and please comment and vote. If not choose another story more to your tastes. This Chapter is the seventh in this series. Please read the preceding chapters for co...
News flash exhibit A. Can't save a marriage with D/s. Not that it was my idea. I gave it the most thought. Not only on the tying up, mind you, though I did that as well. My husband wants a mother, not a Domina. I refuse to be that, his mother. I want a man in the house. The idea of babying him is preposterous! His father once asked me when do I start le...
The cold Chicago wind of the winter of 1948 blew through the grand entrance doors when opened, bringing a chill to the grandiose yet austere municipal building. He dropped to his knees before her in the hall outside the divorce court, and pleaded with her not to go through with it. She stood regal and pompous in her fur coat, enjoying seeing him squirm, and...
Prudence was a little dismayed by the West London traffic, but not infuriated with it, as she would normally have been. The triumph of her riddance of Horace, and the sense of liberty it gave her in the light of the first part of her plan going sweetly to schedule, had her merely laugh at the situation, joining in with the chorus of honking horns as a delive...
It all started in a chat-room, "Closet Sissyboys." Jesse had been spending a lot of time in chat-rooms in the six months following his divorce. He wasn't looking for love, he just liked to drink and have cybersex while jerking off with corduroy. Yes corduroy. Jesse had a corduroy fetish his whole life and now at the age of 36 it was stronger than ever. He...
"You forgot about your drink Kate, please drink it." Man forcefully pointed at the drink in front of the woman. Kate got chills from his serious, dominant voice. As if seeing herself from third person's view, she took a sip of a drink she was offered. A white stain appeared on her upper lip after taking a sip of cappuccino. The man wiped it off with his thu...
Minter's cock bulged in its strange and tortured position, pulled between his legs and his bell-end teased by the foreskin rings as his gait was enforced to one which matched his feminine appearance. The three women taunted him mercilessly as he sat precariously on the cab seat, perched on the edge as each movement vibrated through his balls which he now hal...
Sometimes, I have too much fun. Is that wrong? I don't think so. My name is Christine Joan Armand and I'm a six-foot-two, lean and muscular, short-haired and bronze-eyed, forty-something Black woman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. By day I am a real estate agent. I'm quite good at what I do. I'm the CEO of Armand & Dale Realtors, a fast-growin...
my Master and i have a morning ritual, set aside only if one of U/us is sick. While some may find the ritual to be generally better for Him, i derive great pleasure from it as well. Each morning, Master shoves the covers toward the foot of the bed, baring O/our naked bodies to the cool air of the bedroom. Since He typically awakens first, i am generally qu...