Sugar jiggled and shook with pleasure as the will of the wizardess poured into her like nice, warm, ooey-gooey syrup. She tried very hard not to moan again. Mistress didn't want her to moan again. But gods, it felt so goooood... had to... had to stay quiet... for Mistress... No. Not Mistress. Sugar corrected herself dazedly. Limini. Limini wasn't their Mist...
Do you know what "primus inter pares" means? No, i don't. Good, let's keep it that way. What? Why is that? It will keep you less intelligent than me, which is where we want you, darling. And so begins most days with this man. She glows under the weight of her own trap, an intricate design of knots and webs covering her freedom. This man, he is maybe 20...
My name is Mistress Melba and I live in Oakland California in a nice section of a predominantly black neighborhood. I am a big black woman, 35-years old with a big body. I'm in good shape for my age, even though I weigh 240 lbs. I also possess, a big old pair of 42EE titties that look like two half watermelons jutting out from my chest. My fetish specialty,...
Nicole's Note: In the real world, playing with fantasies of hypnotic nonconsent requires a foundation of deep trust, as well as things like safewords and aftercare. This is a fantasy, as I hope the goblins and witches make clear. ;) Also, if you're reading this in August, please keep wearing masks and social distancing. We don't get to act like the pandemic...
Matthew, Mark, Luke and John. I suppose you Biblical scholars out there recognize these names from the Bible, but that's not who we'll be talking about here. These are four guys who were home schooled by Jeannie, one of my dance students. Actually they were kicked out of school for fighting. The boys were the most stupid fucks I've ever met. They were a year...
It been a while sense Chantz Fortune broke me. Days have pass sense she first humiliated me and started this relationship. She was growing more drunk with power over time and she knew I could do nothing about it. I love her and loved it. I was a slut. I was her pussy boy and her toilet. I was nothing to her. To her I was just a pet. No matter what she did to...
If you had told me at 16 that I would end up in the situation I am now, 18 (for three more days woo!) year old slavegirl to a gorgeous 23 year old mistress, regular sexual plaything for all manner of people including a wonderfully dominant fuckbuddy, and a gorgeous bisexual boyfriend; my whole daily routine regulated and punctuated by little reminders of my...
Sandra had never done ecstasy before. She'd never done a lot of things she did that night. After all, she had grown up a sweet shy girl with a bed time. She played the violin like her sister was forced to. She had never been allowed to have a boyfriend. Her father would have pummeled any boy who laid an eye on her for more than three seconds. Now she had...
*This story picks up immediately after the events of Ch. 01. I'm not going to go crazy out of the way to catch everybody completely up to speed every chapter, so read from Ch. 01 if you're interested in the overall story. Obviously not reality for so many reasons. I hope you enjoy the fantasy.* There was a pit in my stomach. Why did Jocelyn seem to know P...
"It's so hard," I sighed. Adam nodded earnestly. It was early Friday evening, and we were hanging out on the balcony of our shared apartment waiting for the sun to go down. I was drinking beer, and Adam was taking shots of vodka to pre-game before he hit the club. He was wearing a collared shirt with the top three buttons undone, just enough to give you a g...