The next morning Justin woke Frank up, "Rise and shine sleepy head. Mistress Celia has decided that you can bathe yourself now since you've been such a good girl. Now let's get cracking." With that Justin reached down and unlocked the chain from Frank's ankle that was attached to the wall. He then clipped the leash on to Frank's collar and led him into the...
Author's Note: All website and profile names are fictitious. ***** I composed my Vault profile: 'For most of my adult life I was a dom. To the outside world I am well educated, travelled, independent self employed businessman, clean and healthy, reliable and sociable, not bad looking and generally attractive to women around my own age. On the inside, I am...
It's a strange world I walk in, strange of my own choosing, I know. So many times it seems to come full circle, only to start back at the beginning again anew. I've never been what society would consider "normal." My first memory is of the age of two, stabbing myself with a pencil just to see what would happen. I find it curious how our earliest memories hel...
They come to us for so many reasons. Some have monetary debts they can't pay, or can't pay them publicly. Some have past crimes to be smoothed over and erased. Some have secret shames they wish would vanish, and hell, sometimes we create a record of those shames so that they have to come to us to make them vanish. We expect one thing from all of them: submis...
I had been to this particular establishment before. I knew very well what they did and the women here were nearly all abducted. I knew that. What had brought me here today or rather on this night, was the loss of my slave. I had sold her when I got bored with her. I had a particular taste in women that required them to be both submissive and very slight in b...
Author's Foreword— This is my eighteenth offering to Literotica and the second of my two-part Thrusting Machine series. Comments are encouraged and welcome. You are also invited to visit my profile and find in there the list of my older offerings. Enjoy! + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + Thrusting Machine, Revisited Amber mourn...
You were walking in the rain. You'd just brought a porno about dominant women. You went to get a taxi cab. There were two people already in there. A gypsy came by and tried to get in. "Can you make room?" she asked. "Sorry, lady, it's filled," you said. You told the driver to drive. She muttered some gypsy curse at you. You get home and t...
Author's notes. This is the fourth Star Wars story I have written. All of my stories (so far) take place between the Yuuzhan Vong War and the Dark Nest Crisis. I would like for you to read my other three Star Wars stories first, but I highly recommend that you read Star Wars: Jedi Tahiri in Bondage, as this story is a direct sequel, although my other two Sta...
The year is 2020. Advances in sex toy technology have given birth to the ultimate in self-pleasure technology. Unfortunately for mankind this new brand of sex toy is even more advanced than intended. Too late it is discovered the machines are sentient and self-replicating. The machines, now known as the O-Bots, choose not to use violence in their mission o...
One summer night not too long ago, I indulged myself in a self bondage session in my back yard. As I do this very often, I was very experienced and had become over confident in my kinky habit. Normally I would plan my session and test that everything goes to plan, hopefully, and then proceed to actually lock myself into my predicament. You should know, eve...