Bitch, bitch, BITCH! One word can have many different meanings, some dependent on inflection (which can be very hard to convey in writing), and some that spring from the person using the word and the person being addressed. Words don't just have meanings or definitions -- they have POWER. A woman calls herself a bitch, asserting her power and her willingne...
Moving a heavy box, Eliza wipes sweat off her forehead. She has been cleaning out her grandparents’ attic for almost three hours now. They have always been something like pack rats, keeping anything and everything they have found. Though, now that her grandfather has passed and her grandmother is moving into a retirement home, everything has to go. Grabbing...
Sindy was close to coming as she pulled the slipknot tight around the whimpering and servile Blake's neck. 'There is nothing more I would like than to pull that lever and see you dance on the rope for me. You shall not be allowed the pleasure of being snuffed for our enjoyment just yet, but rest assured the day will come when Amanda has tired of you and I w...
First as a young adult and then as a psychologist, I read extensively in an attempt to find an explanation for my cross dressing behavior. Several psychological hypotheses have been proposed in the literature but I did not find any of them to be compelling. While I don't think it is an explanation for cross-dressing, one hypothesis that resonated somewhat...
BACKGROUND February 1918: American Raymond J. Earl, codename "Pierre," received special instructions from his Colonel to assume the identity of a French soldier and get closer to a particular French fortress. It was for Earl to find out what kind of weaponry they were stocking and to size up the men's health. He unfortunately became cocky with his positive...
Push harder, Miranda! I thought to myself. I lifted the free weights above my head. I had selected a 60 pound barbell, and was struggling to finish ten repetitions. I was about to give up as I lowered the weights for the 8th time, but something in my head made me struggle even harder to complete the ten reps. My arms shook and struggled as I strained to lift...
Salutations, my name is Ginette Ambrose, and I'm a fifty-two-year-old African-American woman living in the City of Brockton, Massachusetts. One of the most diverse towns in all of New England, I swear. I'm five-foot-nine, chubby but still lovely in a wholesome kind of way, with dark brown skin and long Black hair. Thick Black mama with big tits and a big rou...
Note - this is a multi chapter story of a series of events in the life of a married couple. The story involves female led marriage, BDSM, cuckolding, and extreme humiliation. If these themes offend you, stop now! *** Chapter 3 - Wedding Night Victor and Linda had looked forward to their wedding anniversary party, an intimate affair with close friends and...
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...
John and Lisa were twins with strikingly similar features, although they weren't identical they were often mistaken for sisters due to John's long hair and feminine features. He usually laughed off people's mistakes because of his good nature and the fact that was completely non-aggressive, unlike Lisa. Lisa was a lesbian, which didn't seem to cause any trou...