I'd known I was kinky since I stumbled on bondage porn as a teenager. The chains, the beatings, the violent sex-all of it excited me. When I got a girlfriend in college, we embraced each other's dark desires. We even bought one of those introductory kink kits. I loved being her dom. Controlling her, owning her. This was the way it was supposed to be. While l...
After getting screamed at for leaving the toilet seat up your energy is at an all time low, you've just been getting abuse from everyone in the house just for your existence and you can't really take it anymore. You dont know when having to work from home will end but it has been weeks already and there is no end in sight. Frustrated you start browsing the w...
Foreword I offer a quick thank you to those of you who enjoyed my first Femdom story. This is another in that line. It takes place a few weeks after the events depicted in "Moving Day". As this series of stories is relayed, both male domination and female domination will be featured. This series of stories details a continuing sexual power struggle. It sh...
After receiving a cloned body I immigrated 127 Light Years from Earth to Free Skyes. Unfortunately I had to work and pay for that cloned body and I had very few skills a high tech society could use. So it was either I become an Unskilled Labourer or a Sex Slave. I guess Human Recourses had me figured out correctly. All those years in BDSM chat-rooms and webs...
Joelle knelt with the riding crop in her mouth, watching Master Crixus fucking her sous chef. She wondered if Anneliese would ever respect her again. Such a sweet Goth-hippie girl, and a hard worker! This was a thrill all right, being subjugated by your lover and your employee...but it really might harm their working relationship. Joelle owned a jumpin' re...
**Chapter 4. Navigating the Next Step The next day I awoke and had to go to the mirror to confirm if my ass was red or if this was all really a dream. However I had actually had my first FemDom experience and my head was racing. The encounter with Mistress Veronica was so vivid I could recall every step that occurred last night. I wasn't sure what my next m...
Hello, everybody. My name is Fatima Al-Anwar and I'm a young Black woman of Somali descent living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I was raised in the Capital region of Canada. We Somalis are well-known to be conservative, and we've been staunchly Muslim since shortly after the days of the Prophet Muhammad himself. Before the Arabian Peninsula and...
It was the day of the long awaited team outing. There were around forty of us who made up the team and we were going to a nice fancy resort to spend the day. We reached around ten in the morning, it was a cool August day and we started off with breakfast. After that we were introduced to each other and had a game of remembering people's name since many were...
In my early twenties I moved to NYC after graduating Boston College with all of the excitement as one could imagine a young woman having moving to the greatest city on earth to start a career. I was a marketing associate for a Madison Avenue public relations firm and felt like I had my own Mad Men dream come true as I was working with attractive high powered...
Sitting comfortably in her basement/dungeon, Ottawa's premier dominatrix Madame Whitley looked at her submissive, Shane Johnson, as the big and tall, formerly masculine Black dude stepped out. Clad in a pink Tutu, blonde wig, crimson pantyhose and high heels, the brother was finally letting out his inner slut. For years, Madame Whitley struggled to help Shan...