For as long as she could remember, since being a little girl, Della had been known as the "Rubber Girl." Her joints and ligaments had made her the most flexible and supple girl in the class at school, in the troupe at Brownies, in the athletic team at college. And she was a good athlete; swimming, running and floor-gymnastics. In the common parlance, or slan...
There are days when it just doesn't seem worth getting out of bed for. That day felt like one of those...how wrong I was. The early evening before the night was a really bad one, the guys and gurls from my ex-company wanted to "do" Amsterdam in a big way. As the resident expert I was the tour guide, bars, dope cafes, sex clubs, and finally dinner at Sleep...
Chapter 2 - Vince starts his exploitation. Dave Forsyth didn't know what the hell he was getting himself into. The fool practically walked into his own nightmare. He did this by being careless to the wrong person. A mistake that was to cost him very dearly. This is the story about a husband, his loving wife and dominant black man with a taste for sexual dep...
I have always been a submissive man. Nothing excites me more than being able to serve. I see my role in society as a free tool for women's pleasure: freeing their time, making their life easier, performing mundane tasks for them, taking long hours of dull work for them and doing their boring chores. This is my fix. Slaving for beautiful, demanding women...
Read that carefully. Gift. The heart and soul of the submissive nature is to give, to offer all they are, the very best of effort and love, to please others. To bring joy, to serve with passion, to give. Submission to another is the greatest form of surrender, of giving. The submissive literally makes of themselves a gift. As I am newly a devoted supplican...
The office was quiet as I worked late to finish a project. After all there was no reason to go home to the empty house. Bzzzzzzzt, "Shit" I cried as the jolt of electricity suddenly coursed through the composite fiber chastity device that had imprisoned my touch starved cock for the past six months. This was the master's cruel signal to check the secret em...
Mary was anxious as she entered the big Southwind department store in suburban Seattle. She stopped and looked around as she reviewed what she had planned. She had never done anything like it before, but she needed the money. She took a deep breath to calm her nerves, then approached the counter that displayed expensive watches. The salesclerk asked, "May I...
XVII Faith and Charity Tamara 2093 Tamara studied the framed picture on the wall. It showed the image of a slightly tubby middle-aged woman which had been made to resemble a mediaeval Christian saint. She even had a halo around her forehead. "Who's this?" Tamara asked. "It's Saint Diane," said Dahab. "She was the founder of the Reigate centre." "Is...
My torturer lay in her bed sound asleep. She didn't think I'd be back 'til the next afternoon. I didn't want to wake her, but I did want to. I wanted to jump on her and yell and carry on and laugh in her ear. But her exceptional nakedness gave me pause from terrorizing her. The thin sheet lie just above the back of her knees, her ass was omnipresent to my...
NIGHT –EXTERIOR The theme music fades and the still photo of the Conner house establishes that the porch light is off. CUT TO – INTERIOR –LIVING ROOM The house is dark but the television is on. The set is throwing out a bluish light on the worn couch but there is no sound. ROSEANNE CONNER, wife, mother and restaurant owner, emerges from the basement/her wr...