It was a warm Saturday night and I was unusually horny. I got on craigslist and posted an ad looking for a group of me who were up to kidnapping me, take me to a private place and have their way with me. I was to have no say in what was to happen. I have tried this on several occasions and never received any serious responses. Until this time! My post read...
Grabbing Alfred by his ear, Agnes made him crawl behind her to the middle of the living room. Leaving him there kneeling, she went to the kitchen and returned with a chair which she placed near him. Brenda and Janice were standing on either side of Alfred, increasing his discomfort level considerably. Janice started teasing Alfred, "Oh my god, Brenda he rea...
To Dearest Lizbeth * Experienced disciplinarians are familiar with the behavior known as clenching. The person being spanked, caned, or paddled seeks to press his or her buttocks close together in a vain attempt to avoid the pain that is inevitably coming. The dominant finds clenching annoying because it may affect the accuracy of the cane or brush stroke....
My Master is always full of surprises. This time, He handed me a gift certificate for a massage and said "Go have fun, my good girl." So here I am, waiting in the lobby of her office wondering what to expect. I am a little nervous, but the sign on the door says "Licensed Massage Therapist" so she must be a real one. But things are not always as they appear...
The booth of the video arcade was cramped and the tiny screen blurry. Kind of disappointing as I was hoping to watch a nice hot flick and stroke myself off. I’d been horny all day. With the smell of spent semen lingering in the booth, that old sluttish feeling slowly rose in my body to fever pitch and I needed release. As the screen flickered light in the...
I was usually good at mingling, faking laughs and cracking an appreciative smile here and there but tonight I was definitely not up to it. The incessant chatter was annoying the ever living crap out of me. The oh-so perfect women gliding around flawlessly in their designer gowns made me want to throw one of the priceless vases at their heads. I downed my...
I began preparations for His arrival hours before I expected Him. In the morning, I straightened my already neat house, dusting the shelves, polishing the glass and wood. Making sure everything was tidy and clean. After my living space met my approval, I filled the whirlpool tub in the bathroom adjoining my bedroom with steaming hot water, pouring oil in His...
Ann stared at the machine that she had spent the last two years creating. At 37 she did not consider herself beautiful, but rather plain. She was 5' 7" and weighed in at 127 lbs. light brown hair to the middle of her back. She stood there with her half empty glass of red wine in her hand and the half empty bottle on the small table. Her hand shook slightly...
Disclaimer: This is the first of a series of stories that are re-writes of fantasy conversations between my submissive and I. While the sharing of ideas in this lifestyle is a great thing, I request that none of my work is used without my expressed consent because they are for him, which he has graciously given permission to share. Feedback is always appreci...
Author's Note: the third story from "The Island" series where we find out a little about Jenny. *** III. Jenny's story Episode I. A slave must suffer Hi! My name is Jenny. I'm 20, and I should be the happiest slavegirl in the world! At first, I should introduce my Master. My Master's name is... just Master, he is imaginable. He lives only in the mind of...