Being a young lawyer with a solo practice generally means taking whatever clients you can get and being grateful about it. Okay, so maybe Jenny wasn't that young. She was nearly 32, but still at the start of her career. Often, she wondered if working her ass off in college and going to an ivy league law school was more of a curse than a blessing, given how...
For the umpteenth time she pulled at her dress, latex with a zip at the front running from top to bottom. It was ridiculously short, barely covering her arse cheeks, and aside from her equally ridiculous heels and the leather cuffs around her wrists it was all she was wearing. Her emotion alternated between fear and excitement, but judging from the state of...
Julie followed behind her beloved Madame as they walked up the steps. Julie had worked at Madame's brothel since she turned 18. She remembered how she went to Madame after she was thrown out of her house. Julie's mum caught her in bed with her father and was furious and made Julie leave. After a brief stint as a street walker Julie was brought to Madame and...
I would never say that life was routine with Mistress Monica. She kept me on my toes—or, more literally, on my heels—at least around the house. On days when I got home from my law office before she got home from her corporate job, I would immediately take off my suit and tie and put on one of the frilly aprons Mistress preferred me to wear at home, and a pai...
Author's note~ This story was written as a custom fantasy for a fan, and created through a merging of both his fantasies and My style of writing. I have been granted permission by the "star" of this story to post it here on Lit. Because this fantasy was written solely for the fan intended, I have turned off the voting feature as I feel the success of My work...
Twenty minutes to go. A few days ago I had posted an ad online looking for someone to come to my place so that I could, to quote my ad, "get treated like a tranny slut by a true Dom of a man." I kept the ad low-key and photo-less to ensure none of my colleagues from work saw it of course, but more importantly, I was a Domme in my own spare time and did not w...
I arrived at your place at 7:30 am as instructed. When I got to the door, I saw a note, which I opened, and it read "come in quietly, as I am still asleep, on the chair in the hall you are to place all your clothes and put on only what you find in the chair waiting for you." I entered and quickly took all my clothes off and placed them in the chair. I then...
I'll give you one chance, Lil domme said, if you can pass my test I wont fuck you. At this point I have been used and abused so much, if my cock isn't being touched it will starting to go limp, as in it needs constant stimulation to stay hard. She laid my cock out again, pointing it down towards my feet, lying mostly flaccid between my legs. She straddled...
Normal Monday, Fisher is sitting at the breakfast table across from Sophie when she sighs heavily, staring at her laptop. "Whats the matter baby?" he asked, with as much concern as he can muster before the caffeine from his morning coffee has kicked in. "I need a girls night," she said simply, looking up at him with her big beautiful brown eyes. "Yeah," h...
Author's Note: The identity of the car is left purposefully hidden as an exercise for the reader, although it shouldn't be too hard for the right devotee. Indeed, vague devotees will guess in the first paragraph, while only true devotees will get the full answer. It is probably best to read at least the original "Harm School", and probably also "Harem Scho...