Scorpius1945 This story is fictitious and no characters in the story are based on any real person, living or deceased. The activities described in this story are neither condoned nor recommended by the author. While this is a standalone story, readers are advised to read Chapters 01 and 02 before reading this so they gain an understanding of Ellie-Mae's hi...
Late last night I had an idea of what you can do for me whilst I am away. I (temporarily) release you from your 'no orgasm' rule. I want you to masturbate every day - and keep a journal. Try and do it a little differently every day, perhaps in a different place, outdoors? In the restroom at the mall. I really must dash but I am glad we 'touched base' an...
I couldn't believe the letter. It just didn't make any sense. I mean, it was well written--thoughtful and detailed--but the content wasn't possible. My friend Ella had no one else to turn to. Not many female friends, only work acquaintances actually, and certainly no male confidante in her life...no, "he" would never allow that. We didn't talk much any mor...
As I write these words about events in the year 'Twenty Thirty', the year is 'Two Thousand and One' and thus, this tale is set in the future. It is deliberately set in a not too far distant future, to allow you, gentle reader, to feel that such things as are described in this tale, may come to pass in your own lifetime. At this point I feel obliged to menti...
There was a knock at the hotel room door exactly at 4 PM. ROGO opened the door and there stood Kass in a slinky black dress and 5 inch fuck me pumps. ROGO said, "Come in Kassy. How was your day? Did you get any staff recruiting done?" Kass responded that she had a difficult time concentrating on her work tasks since her pussy and ass still burned and her...
From 35 to 55, I was very active in the BDSM lifestyle and made my living training subs for wealthy men. I was not a severe Dom. When I was forty-eight, I had three subs of my own. One was twenty two. Her name was Cerise and she frightened me with how deeply, she would spiral with breath control, climax denial and a little well timed pain. Often she made me...
When training a new/newer submissive Momma has always been mindful to the particular needs of that person. From what level of voice direction they need, pressure of the collar, or even the speed at which their buttocks join with the whip. Once I am able to see what kind of submissive type I am working with I know how best to help them. POSITIVE REINFORCEMEN...
Author's Note: I've called the seniors' retirement community in this story simply The Home, a name that I didn't want to use because of its connotations of involuntary confinement of the mentally unfortunate. But I was afraid that if I called it by any appropriate name that might occur to me - The Oaks, Sunshine Acres, Leisure Lodge, etc. - I'd run the risk...
As I walk in to the room, there's a sort of nervous energy in the air. I'm unsure of what to expect as I enter the conference room of the local hotel. I feel confident in the outfit my owner has picked out for me. The invitation simply said "cocktail attire" and he chose a black wrap dress with a deep V neck, and black heels. Although the neckline is more...
Spencer Askren leant down and hugged his daughter Amy goodbye. “Be good in class today sweetie. I know you will crush your physics test,” he told her before giving her a kiss and sending her off. “Thanks Dad,” Amy replied. “Don’t forget I have softball tryouts this afternoon,” she told him as she left the school drop off area and made her way to the entrance...