CH. 2 :HUSBAND , BEND OVER & PART THY NETHER CHEEKS !!! Her ringing , humiliating command was heard all over the field “Husband, bend over the Punishment Table, bare thy delectable, horny bum & part thy nether cheeks for Thy Royal Monarch’s Pleasure !!! Immediately!!! Do it now, boy !!!!” The sweet girlish voice, the Commanding tone, the embarrassing Orde...
It was late night, I am 10 km away from my room waiting for sharing cab or auto service to reach my room at last I joined a sharing auto service with two members including me. The other passengers stop came early, and I remain alone in auto waiting for my stop to come. Driver said he is stopping the service and returning to his home and asked me to get down....
The beat up old car chugged up the driveway with labored putters. Mindy peered through the windshield in awe as she soaked in the view. She had driven passed high gates that opened up to grand lawn filled with perfectly trimmed hedges that guided the path. Every few feet was met with an elegant hedge statue of figures in classical poses as if they were part...
As Syndi had explained to Austin, "You aren't supposed to be my boyfriend, you're a submissive. If I want you to spend all your waking hours outside of work kneeling in the corner, naked, that's what you're going to do." Not to mention of course that Austin had been chaste, locked in his Tube for nearly four months. Syndi seemed to have forgotten about him!...
Dear Shoeblossom, I love your letters. They are all over Literotica and other sites, and they never fail to fascinate! So the other day my husband Pohan came home and I was having drinks with a couple who we are close friends with. I have to add, when Pohan gets in from work he often asks me to immediately release his catheter, so he can urinate, and he's...
These are my recollections of my slave history. Four Goddesses have dominated me. I'm writing this to let my current Mistress understand my story. Mistress D read "Variations" magazine and spanked me with a wooden spoon. She tied me naked to a chair and blindfolded me. She made me sit there in silence. I was wearing her panties while talking on the phone w...
Miranda. One cool lady. She was the kind of co-worker you lucked into. Highly competent. Took care of business. Represented the firm with aplomb. She exuded professionalism. At twenty plus years younger than I, she carried herself with a pert self-confidence. She could be flirtatious and sexy when she chose to turn it on. Her persona was an amalgam of an i...
Authors note. Chapter three is a continuation of the previous two chapters, just in case you have just started reading. Things are going to get progressively kinkier in Betty and Elliot's life, with that in mind please read the tags associated with this story. I hope you enjoy the ride. "...sex addiction is also progressive. It often starts with a relativel...
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...