The Snow Queen was angry. Very angry. Livid. She was not used to being betrayed. Even worse was the fact that her two most trusted servants were at the heart of it. Something would have to be done with sweet Meadow Nymph and proud Wood Witch. Something serious. A year ago, both had begged Snow Queen for equestrian lessons. They cited personal development as...
Chapter 7 Phallus in Wonderland The only explanation for this was that the robot knew how to send images to my optic nerves, substituting her own images for what my eyes actually processed. She also was able to directly stimulate the Nucleus Accumbens, which is the pleasure center of the brain! The fact that every square inch of my skin was now stimulated...
Part I Author's disclaimer, if you are unfamiliar with the world of Dressage, this story may loose you at times. For those of you that understand any form of riding even roughly, you may find this funny and even erotic. Here is a background on Dressage; it is a French term that means "training of the horse". Piaffe and Passage are movements that require a h...
Note: This story is fetish oriented and considers possible future robot human relationships, where shy people can better express themselves. They also learn things about themselves that they did not expect to. I finally "got up the nerve" and filled out the 20 page questionnaire, profiling my preferences for a full service robot companion. It was not uncom...
One of the nicest things about my interests in caring for and riding horses, and in the BDSM lifestyle is the overlap in the equipment used for both activities. From whips to bit gags, crops to boots, and all the other leather harnesses and equipment, leather is a predominant material for both equestrians and Dominants, horses and submissives (especially pon...
Hi, there. My name is Patricia Saint Guillaume and I'm a young black chick living in the Back Bay neighborhood of the town of Boston, Massachusetts. I'm twenty years old, standing five feet ten inches tall and weighing two hundred and forty pounds. My skin is dark brown, my body is thick, my hips are wide and my butt is simply huge. I guess you could say tha...
A lot of people think fat chicks like myself are sexually repressed angels. We're not saints. Fat chicks are sexually aggressive! And quite often we're the biggest sluts around. Literally and figuratively. Getting my tight asshole filled with cock, all day and every fucking day , that's this big white woman's dream. And it's got to be black for it to feel ri...
Sometimes, I simply don't know what to do anymore. I crave thrills. Sometimes, it endangers my life but I can't help it. Honestly, I am beginning to think I might have an addiction. When I think of addictions, I usually think of drugs, or maybe alcohol. However, in my condition the term still applies. How else could I explain some of the things I find myself...
The redhead dabbed and powdered herself dry, smiling as she listened to the moans of her captive, and totally broken, shell of a husband as he got over his pre-meal caning. Punishing him alone had tired her out and she was so grateful to have found Maria. The Eastern maid had a spiteful energy which was unrelenting, and she applied her natural dominance over...
Ethan couldn't have been more excited. The first week of hockey camp had been a blast. He had learned quickly he was a much better skater than last year, and that he was as good or better than most of the other guys there, even some of the older guys. He had learned new ways to score and how to hit someone hard against the boards. Now he was looking forward...