9:30 AM: I awaken as I do every morning...to the soft sounds of classical music and my arms wrapped around my female sub, Sleepy. I don't like to sleep alone. I like to have someone to hold on to...to be my teddy bear...to squeeze and to cuddle. She is soft and warm and naked and I always seem to wake up with my hands clutching her tits or my head nestled be...
It had been traumatic for me, but the previous night's humiliation put me into a focused submissive attitude that kept me alert and on my toes all day Saturday. I didn't once forget to refer to my wife or daughters as "Miss", and I tried my hardest to anticipate Vince's every need. I scurried around the house quietly, getting accustomed to the swish of maid...
Here I was in on Internet dating with my wife. We were low on funds. I had lost my license and my job. I worked a job where I needed a license, so I was out of a job in which I had twenty years experience. Being in my late forties I was not finding much work that payed anything. I had always been bisexual since I was very young. I remember in pre-puberty I...
The first thing that hit Victoria as the trio entered the boutique was the rich smell of leather; the other two smiled as they watched her touch and ponder over some of the tighter skirts and tops on display in the shop that was viewed by the general public; they knew she had not seen anything yet. They introduced her to Madam Pompidou, who smiled broadly as...
Chapter Three: Training Done, Chantel is On Her Way. Waking up back in her cell, Chantel finds that her days being trained, orientated and broken off will here with the Burrows brothers are wrapping up. Mitch enters her cell and has her come back out and back into the house with him and Nate. Mitch says, "Well Chantel, time has come for us to part our ways...
Fenton drove to the address on the card; it was in the uptown district where the affluent live, he took a sharp intake of breath as he drove up the secluded drive of the thirties style mansion. It was typical of one of those places movie directors owned, but as he parked up he could see it was now set up for business. He walked through the main entrance and...
This chapter takes place the morning after Chapter 6 leaves off, in the aftermath of the full moon. Many thanks are due to those who asked for more of Bitsy and Stuart. Enjoy this installment, and please keep the comments coming! *** The morning after the riotous night began with a loud creaking as someone unbarred and opened the dungeon door at the top of...
My name is William Michael. I go by Bill. I know, stupid way to start a story. My wife is Caitlyn and goes by Kate most of the time. You will see why I started with names. Kate is thirty and I am thirty-one. We had been married three years when all this started. Kate is a very perky brunette, five-four, about 130 lbs. She has very little body fat and is athl...
The mule was flanked by the two victorious horsewomen, and the hanged male's journey to meet his purchaser began, his cock erect and rubbing at the silken bondage with the movement of the mule as he squirmed, his anus tingling at his divine sense of helplessness as it clenched and dilated on the stimulating plug as the two women whipped mule and enslaved ars...
Marcella couldn’t move if she wanted to. The mattress beneath her was quicksand and the weighted blanket pinned her among a layer of warm air. Her arms, draped over the tyrian purple blankets like a good girl, soaked in the cool room air. It kept her balanced. Four marbled oak pillars swallowed most of the room in their weaved bed frame. It would have been e...