I originally posted this story almost two years ago, but lost the other parts of the story when my computer crashed. I am reposting this part and will be posting the other parts of the story over the next few weeks as I finish retyping them. While I may post some fictional stories in the future, all of the events in this one and the other parts to follow are...
I get home a little later than expected but none the less home! The house is quiet as I walk in, lights dimmed and faint music in the back ground. I knew I was in for a long night as I was warned not to be late. I was sure you gave me these deadlines knowing I would never be able to make them, yet every time I agree. I make my way through the house to the be...
My grateful and sincere thanks to my friend Max Martines for the seed of this story. Thank you for allowing me to take your idea and turn it into something better than I would have done on my own. Te quiero mucho. C ***** I took the day off, I really needed to unwind. I decided to use the day off to indulge in my fetish. No use in taking a day off and not...
Seated in the coffee shop on the high street, opposite the beauty salon, Nicki had a great view of the salon's waiting room. She was also beginning to understand the implications of Tom forbidding her to wear underwear. Walking down the high street, the winter wind blowing strongly, she had been acutely aware that a thin layer of skirt fabric was all that se...
Fetish Warning (Please Read if New): The Village Sluts is a story focused around two women who continue to grow their bond and fall in love as they experiment with their shared fetishes. This story, therefore, contains strong scat and pee play. This includes smearing, tasting, eating, soiling, etc. Puke and puke play are also coming commonplace as the stor...
By Paris Waterman & Guess While continuing with polite responses to Michael's predictable dialogue, Leigh was soon lost in her 'fantasy scenario' of what would transpire with this fascinating couple later in the evening while continuing with polite responses to Michael's predictable dialogue. The extended white limousine rolled silently along the socially...
This is a work of fiction, something that trickled into my brain years ago, and I ignored, until I plotted it out, having seen that both BDSM and Incest is something that people seem to like to read. This story does not relate anyone living or dead, but it is partially and very loosely based on research I once studied while researching for a paper on deviant...
When I received my letter of acceptance to medical school I almost fainted. I was so happy. I knew I would get in, I had great grades, my MCAT's were exceptional, but there is always the chance that I wouldn't get in. In retrospect three years into it, I was so naïve, about more than just the amount of work that medical school would be. Sure I knew I would h...
For the next three days life went on. We swam, talked; I cooked and cleaned, not to mention bringing my wife to orgasm with my mouth several times a day whenever she wanted. Sunday morning dawned clear and bright. After breakfast we showered together and I soaped and washed her beautiful body, then dried her off. We retired to the bedroom where she handed me...
[This guide discusses bodily functions in a tasteful manner but those offended by them should read no further.] For Jen and Megs, who do understand Many dominants do not employ toilet restriction as a disciplinary tool but those who do recognize its effectiveness in changing behavior of submissives for the better. In some circles it may even be derided as...