I'm lying on my back, with my wrists and ankles tied to the bed. My Mistress is standing over me and I have a perfect view of her gorgeous wet pussy and arsehole. As I look down between her legs I can see her beautiful tits swaying as she pounds my cock. The Femdom hour is nearly up and after four days of not being allowed to even touch my cock I'm finally g...
Chapter 17: After the party Following the party Jessica took me to her room. She was obviously worked up from the night's activities and a little inebriated from the wine she consumed. When we got there she began by doing a striptease act. She was wearing a long evening gown with a slit up one leg that was as sexy as it was elegant. It showed every curve i...
Introduction: This can be read as a stand alone story, but if you want to understand the Island, you should read Chapter 8 at least. It is probably best to read the entire tale, but it is not necessary. For those of you who are following the series, Beercan is not in this chapter, but he will be in all of the following ones. ***** A Week in Femdom Villa...
It had been four years since I had quit smoking; I had forgotten what it was like to as much as want a cigarette. My wife was so proud of me and was always telling me just how proud she was of me for stopping the one habit she still struggled with everyday. I had made her a promise that I was NOT going to be one of those ex-smokers who was always on the case...
Dear Shoeblossom: One nigh I attached Carter's wrists to the ceiling hook in his basement, and separated his legs and locked them into a spreader bar. I whacked his cock to awaken it with my long cut rose switch...didn't bother to cut off the thorns! And then I brought out a thin steel knitting needle. "This little slit at the end of your cock is quite s...
Note: This is the continuation of a longer series about a femdom relationship. It makes more sense if you start at the beginning. This is a work of fiction. None of the names or descriptions is intended to portray real people. It involves consensual and nonconsensual activities. If this is offensive to you please move on to another story. There are thousand...
"How was Dubai?" asked Benny Price, as Nora made herself comfortable in his living room. Nora grinned. She'd been dating Benny for three months, ever since she'd met him at a singles mixer for dominant women and submissive men at the PainCafe. After their initial dates, Nora had put Benny in a chastity device. She pointed out to him that if he really liked...
That particular Monday started out nicely enough for restaurant owner and businesswoman Yvette Pierre. Rising at seven o'clock in the Vanier townhouse she owned, Yvette showered and got dressed, then went to open her restaurant, Yvette's Spot. Braving the Ontario winter was no joke, but the strong lady had a business to run. By ten o'clock the tireless Haiti...
Why does being forced to be the slave of a woman and drink her urine or lick her feet produce such pleasurable emotions within us? What makes fantasizing over being forced to dress as a girl and provide oral sex for a male friend arouse us to the extents it does? I have had these questions for years and I believe I have found several answers. If you too have...
Scene 1 I couldn't believe I was doing it, even as I followed the tall blonde in the black PVC catsuit to the door with "Private" written over the door in tilting red script. I just went to the sex club to watch, at least that was my plan, but as soon as I saw her demonstrating the proper way to flog a man in a kneeling position, I knew I would be on my kne...