Genre-buster, or genre-slave? You decide! * I've read them, you've read them. The genre. The visiting aunt who gives enemas to nieces and nephews. Aunt Amy, Aunt Betty, Aunt Carol, Aunt Clem (my favourite) and many others. It is a familiar theme, it seems, and most of them are well-written (I speak as an English major). Why is it the aunt though? It can...
Chapter 3: Damned if You Do, Damned if You Don't. I've enjoyed S&M sex since my earliest recollection. My very first memory of being aroused involved an old Piggy Hamhock cartoon (Pigs is Pigs, Merrie Melodies, 1937) where he was strapped into a chair and force-fed by an evil scientist. My reaction to those images was very strong and I instinctively knew th...
In the last story we saw how Martha did an unexpectedly fast exit, which was probably a good thing because my wife, Julie, decided to come find me and reconcile our marriage differences. As it turned out that reconciliation resulted in some of the best sex I'd had in some time and made for a memorable event. Some stories, however, do take some unusual turn o...
Author's Note: Mistress Pepper and Sophie are "anonymized" versions of me and my slave-girl. The real me. All of my stories are (or should I say will be) my memories of a session with a sub. Thus, they are true stories. Only in this version details have been changed to protect the sub. I do live in Mobile about 10 months of the year (the remaining two I spe...
{Note: You do not need to read any other of my stories, although this might make slightly more sense if you read "Broke Oak: Millie" first as this is follows that one in my series of stories about living in a nudist resort in Texas called Broke Oak Resort.} I am not that unusual in many ways. There are quite a few folks that live full time in a nudist resor...
I am a 34 year old divorced woman. I have recently moved from the small town where I spent my whole life to a larger city, to re-start my life. My ex-husband had little or no interest in sex. Sometimes it would be months between feeble attempts. There was never anything interesting or creative. No oral, or anal, which I was craving. I have tried to figure...
He was a man who liked routine, so his punishment scenarios rarely changed. She'd kneel at the bottom edge of the bed, face down in a pillow, ass in the air, legs spread wide. It was humbling, this holes-exposed-for-punishment position, and just being in it could cause her tears to flow. He didn't mind tears, or crying, or begging -- expected them, in fact -...
"My little girl likes that, being on display," Denis asked as soon as they got back to the car. He tossed the package containing the enema gear into the back of the convertible as Alana looked down at the ground. Her heart was beating fast and the blush was just starting to fade from her chest. "Cross your wrists and then put your hands in back of your head...
NOTE: This is Part 2 of a story sequence. You may wish to read “Danielle Submits” before reading this segment. Danielle lay quietly on the bed, heart racing at what she had overheard. “Did he really say something about an enema?” she thought to herself. Curling tighter into her fetal position she shivered at the thought of having to endure such a thing. “...
There is a certain amount of medical play in this story, namely an enema before some great sex. If that isn't your cup of tea, then you might stop reading here. Otherwise, it's a fun little tale about a cute little tail. This is a sequel to Taking Care of Mutual Needs. In previous stories Dave had met up with his cousin, Rachel while on a business trip to S...