This story is entirely fictional and is in no way connected with the subject. This story contains adult material and is only suitable for people over the age of 18. If you are under 18 please stop reading now. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living, dead, or undead, is purely coincidental. All characters...
This is a retelling of my two stories 'Chance Encounter' and its sequel 'First Night', this time told from the Domme's perspective. While not absolutely necessary it might be enjoyable to read or re read those two stories at some time to get the full flavor of the tales. * It was promising to be yet another dull and empty Saturday evening, after another fu...
This is part three, as Pam deepens her domination over me. We are still in the first week of our one week a month trial run. Things get interesting when Pam invites Steph over for dinner...Enjoy! I got dressed and made my way to the Italian Food Center. There I bought homemade tomato sauce, pasta, bread, and a nice bottle of Merlot. I set the table for thre...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Special thanks to MastersWench for another kick in the right direction. I can't get credit for Tuesday, as it was written by Scooter months ago. He wanted to share his expertise, giving us the wonderfully descriptive experience at Portmoak. Give him the props he deserves!! And thanks to him for editing. We last left off with Hamish and Gayle...
Sigmund belched out a loud burp as he took his broadsword and stirred the coals in the fire. Blood, hot and thick from a fresh kill, dripped down the blade and sizzled as it drizzled into the fire. His belly was full of beer and roast boar, and as he glanced over into the clearing, and saw the crowd of naked bound girls kneeling in the snow, hands chained be...
I balance my phone up against my dresser, take a deep breath and wait patiently for further instructions. I had already received orders to be dressed in my pink negligee with no panties (or underwear of any kind) on and my butt plug inserted by 7 pm. I was in position 10 minutes early and was attempting to clear my mind and focus solely on obeying whatever o...
This is a story nothing serious and couldn't find an editor. Not much sex, no cuck and no BTB. Just another sad tale, but a warning the narrator is not necessarily telling the truth and his views do not necessarily reflect the author's. The object in my hand is small and seems entirely harmless. It is less than five inches long, a little over two inches...
Chapter 1 The Fetish: The Measure of a Man Bill was my best friend. We were in high school together. We were roommates in college. We fucked the same girls -- trading them off, and even on occasion both of us fucking the same girl in our dorm room. We got married within a year of each other -- to two beautiful ladies. My marriage to Lynn lasted. We were de...
Training a man: putting him in his place and making him into that loving and affectionate beast that a woman wants could be a difficult task. Jess had perfected the process of breaking men, training them, and teaching them to be a better man. Jess had had several experiences with men that were either married, had girlfriends, or were just workaholics; It di...
I'd noticed Rachel a few times at the gym. She was an instructor there and after I'd finished a gym session or squash game I'd often find myself watching one of her classes, well watching her instruct one of her classes. Even in front of a class she came across as a forceful woman - someone who is used to getting what she wants. She was about five foot six,...