I'm 60 years old now and it took me till age 50 before I got my priorities straight and set up my household on a Master/slave basis. I am glad, now, for very good genes and Viagra. This is a liberal West coast town, but when I walk down the street with My two whores, I do see the women frown or scowl at times, while, at the same, time "tolerating" what appea...
She stopped in her tracks as she set her bag down and listened closely. Frowning to herself she strained to hear what the strange groaning noise was then realised Dylan must be home and was probably using his ridiculous weight bench. She rolled her eyes and kicked off her shoes. Why her housemate felt the need to constantly work out was beyond her. He was 6'...
This part includes a short homosexual segment in order to reestablish the Warden deviant nature. If that offends you please skip: HOMO to HOMO End. She was s the first to be called with two other slaves she had lashed in the Madam's office plus one more. They were neck chained together outside the cell block and marched off. She knew this was not for the...
Him: He'd been waiting for her. Sitting comfortably in his arm chair he was waiting in the living room, the only light on in the house was the bedroom light upstairs. The curtains ajar streetlights illuminated the house well enough, adding a slightly chilling glow to the rooms. He sat patiently, as he had been for the past hour and a half. It was nine pm, a...
Later that evening we were discussing the events of the day and when my wife asked me if I was disappointed that she had waylaid the guys. I foolishly said that I had been hugely relieved, whereupon she smiled to herself and left it at that. But a few days later, when we were having sex she started telling me how she regretted it and how she should have let...
Hello! This story is about a hard, passionate husband -- a trope that has inspired me many lonely nights. There's something about the idea of control and authority that husbands have (had) over their wives that makes me a bit weak in the knees. Be aware: This one is a little longer in the preamble and might get expanded with additional chapters in the future...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. *** Author's preamble. My story The merry wives of Windsor was intended as a stand-alone story but a couple of comments made me realise that there were two more stories to tell. Sandy Smith with her son Shaun, then Cathy and Carl Cornell. I am publishing both stories simultaneously so...
Chapter Three: Harmony Is Punished It was a peaceful Sunday evening at Sweltings. I was sitting at my desk finishing up some paperwork in preparation for Monday. The week ahead appeared to be fairly free of complications with no new arrivals to train and only two regular appointments with the students. I couldn't help smirking as I thought back to Friday's...
This is a work of fiction. All characters are 18 or older. *** Mark always leaves the front door unlocked for me on Saturday afternoons so I can let myself in and get ready to play. When I discover it's not, I know that I should be a good girl and walk away like I've been instructed. But I've waited all week for this, so I shift my bag to my other shoulder...
THE FURTHER ADVENTURES OF SUSAN ADAMS 3 (of 7) As it happened, Don was not there, so they went up to the bedroom to rest and wait. They were still on a "high" from their erotic afternoon, with Jean teasing Susan about her indecent behavior. "I think I'll tell Don about you showing yourself off like that, and I'll bet he'll give you a real spanking for being...