Brenda had literally crashed when she reached her bedroom. She had carried the milking machine to her room, fearing that Linda or Sara might wear it out. She would later put it in the room with the rest of the toys. Tossing her kimono to an easy chair in the corner, she just dropped on the bed and was asleep within seconds. In no time, she was in deep slee...
WARNING and disclaimer, this story contains extreme BDSM. Electric play is potentially fatal and you should not attempt anything described here. The Session: I have had an obsession with pain for as long as I can remember. In my adult years the main focus has been with electro play. A deep desire for endless amounts of pain has haunted and motivated me to...
When I was a sophomore at my local high school, I never had any friends. The only people who talked to me were guys who liked me for my body, since I was tall, blonde and skinny. I ignored all of them as I was extremely focused on my education and to me nothing more was important than having a perfect grade. Everyone knew about my extremely deathly fear of...
The next morning Lady Sally lay slumped in an armchair in her Chinese, silk dressing gown embroidered with dragons, somewhat worse for wear. Her uncle's vodka had left her with a throbbing head, yet her maid insisted on clumping around in a huff. She couldn't imagine why. "Did we really blow up the monument?" "You certainly did," confirmed Victoria in a...
This is about the strange incident which began Mum's continued cuckoldry. I'd like to write and tell you the story of her first prostitution, which will be mentioned in other stories. This is when she originally committed adultery, by selling herself sexually, in the 80's. It is about a certain underground film that was made. I can describe it, now I've seen...
Why does being forced to be the slave of a woman and drink her urine or lick her feet produce such pleasurable emotions within us? What makes fantasizing over being forced to dress as a girl and provide oral sex for a male friend arouse us to the extents it does? I have had these questions for years and I believe I have found several answers. If you too have...
Scene 1 I couldn't believe I was doing it, even as I followed the tall blonde in the black PVC catsuit to the door with "Private" written over the door in tilting red script. I just went to the sex club to watch, at least that was my plan, but as soon as I saw her demonstrating the proper way to flog a man in a kneeling position, I knew I would be on my kne...
Consciousness came to Valerie slowly like she was waking from sleep except her eyes were already open. Her room came into focus through a deep fog, the dim light from her false window casting a weak glow. She was lying on her bed, curled into a fetal position, naked. She stretched, enjoying the feel of her muscles pulling, flexing, and flipped over onto he...
**Chapter 1. Growing up Oh my where to begin, I imagine it is best to start at the beginning (or as close to it as I can remember). I grew up in a relatively medium sized east coast city living what some may call a normal life with two sisters and both my parents. Growing up I was always into sports and when I entered middle school I had begun to focus on b...
Chapter 1: The End of Slavery It had been two months since Debbie had been sold into sexual slavery with Beth, and she was becoming very depressed. She had thought that she wanted to be a full time sexual slave to a dominant woman. And, she now is serving as a pussy eating, sexual slave to her friend, Beth. And, her best friend, Marion, was also serving sim...