It had been a whole month since I was locked in my metal chastity belt. Samantha had been right, its comfortable but frustrating; sometimes you forget you are wearing it but at the same time you know its there. I constantly hope I will be released soon but Katrina hasn't hinted about it and I know better not to bring the issue up with her. At least she doesn...
A story by wendi marie st.clair She was looking at girl's blouses the first time He saw her. Of course, most of the world wouldn't have seen her as a "she" at the moment, but wearing her flare-leg, hip-hugging jeans that were obviously from the junior miss department and the androgynous purple t-shirt that showed that she shaved her body, she looked like a...
Suki Teaches the Art of Submission soppingwetpanties This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All charact...
Rita discovered the world of BDSM about a year ago but had not really had much experience in it until about 6 months ago when she put her profile up on an alternative sex website. She didn't really know whether she was a sub or Domme, but she really enjoyed the idea of control and submission. She was very much in charge of things in her vanilla life, wher...
**Thankyou for everyone's kind comments. Please read Weekend with Sir, chapters one and two first as this is the continuing story** * Her cunt seeped juice. The butt plug that was still firmly nuzzled in her ass was suddenly ripped from its hiding place, and quickly replaced with the Domme's huge fuck toy. The slut screamed from the combined pain and pl...
Peter and I grew rather close. He'd burned a couple of DVDs full of music for me, and I gave him an EP my band had recorded. That was a mistake, as my real name was listed in the credits. Peter was a gentleman, however, so told me his real name, too. That almost never happens with pro dommes. Sessions can be very intense — you're dealing with kinks that mos...
I lay there, straining to hear something, any noise that would indicate what's going on. Who the hell showed up? What's going to happen to me? The fear taking over me spurred the limpest dick I had all night, surely I wouldn't be of any use now. Then finally heard footsteps approaching, oh gawd, what backlash would I be facing?? My Domme entered, standing ju...
This is another story in a series about Karen's evolution as a domme. All characters in the story are and were over 18. Some bodily functions are involved so if that bothers you, please read no further. Karen felt that admitting to her boyfriend Rod how badly she had been treated by her mother, Marian, at a time when Karen was coming of age at 19, was worth...
"I'll bid eight hundred for the wench!" "Eight hundred and fifty; right here!" "I bid eight seventy!" While Melody's wide green eyes darted from bidder to bidder, fluttering wings of excitement beat down the anxiety that had been churning in the pit of her stomach. She was the third slave of the evening to stand naked on Victria's living room auction bloc...
The first reaction to all the available equipment in the suite came from Fi. "Oh my goodness, Bryony, I know we signed today but you haven't half laid it on for us tonight. I don't believe my eyes." She held Isabelle's hand and walked around the equipment, looking in the drawers. "God, I am so hot and I want to have this young lady into giving her full su...