This is a fairly long story, slowly developed in 19 parts, and far more D/s than BDSM. I would greatly appreciate any comments or feedback, but I would humbly ask that it await the completion of the story. Part One: The Breakup It had been a month since Meryn had broken off her relationship with Rick. They had been going together for over a year, and she...
I could not have done this without help from my editor Cheer_Smartie526. While I strive to make each story enjoyable on its own, this is the first of four that cover a single day, so it is best to read them in order. It also helps if you believe in miracles. Brad lowered his feet to the floor and climbed out of bed. The morning light filtering through t...
"So," Prince Yban said as he sat down in one of the Emperor's favorite rooms, a tea room, "The little princess will be in the pond tonight?" On the outer walls, from the ceiling to the floor, there were sliding glass windows. They had starkly black frames shaped in vertical rows of rectangles. The sunlight put cage-like shadows on the inner walls and floor...
10 days. That seems to be about the right amount of time. If I can convince my husband to hold off orgasm for 10 days, I can get him to do just about anything I want. I don't necessarily get off on making my husband do things--I'm no dominatrix. I just like sex. But I've learned over time that to get the sex I want, I have to play into his fantasies a bit....
The following is a work of fiction. All depicted characters are 18 or older; resemblance of characters' names to actual persons is coincidencal. SYNOPSIS: Randall has participated in a radical music rehearsal involving the use of ticklish women as instruments. He's not sure how to mention it to his girlfriend, and the performance is imminent. Originally po...
This is the final part of the 'A Sissy's Forced Gangbang' series. I received a lot of positive feedback for the first and second parts and I am very grateful for the same. As for those who requested the next set of events, I would like to apologize for the delay in writing this piece as I was preoccupied with a few other things including a few sissy encounte...
My cell phone rang, as I was getting in my car. The theme from the Dukes of Hazard signaled that it was my best friend, Lucien. "Hello Lucien." "Hey, I just got your message. I'm sorry that it didn't work out. How are you holding up?" "Meh. I can't decide whether to be angry or sad. Everything is irritating me." "I'm going to the cabin for a couple of w...
From the porthole window as we flew above the city, Aberdeen looked bleak. The captain told us that the ground temperature would be just ten degrees, a far cry from the twenty three in London. The taxi kept its windscreen wipers on, all the way from the airport pick up point to my hotel. Grey stone buildings were drenched in rain. People trudged the streets...
His name was Eric Mahen, and I'll never forget him. He taught me who I really am. Most people go through an entire life before they really get a feeling for who they are, deep down inside. A lot of people never even think to wonder. But I wondered, and Eric helped me find out. I was eighteen, a senior in high school, and I was kind of a nobody. I mean, I wa...
"What time R U coming home?" The text message made his phone vibrate in his pocket pulling his attention away from the present conversation he was having over dinner with his friend. It was only 8:15 and she usually worked until 9:00, so the text took a bit by surprise. Maybe something was wrong. "One second, bud," he said to his friend, signaling that he n...