((Please be aware that this story is very much a heavy set fetish story. My writing is and will always be focused on the "darker" side of fetishes, and might upset some people. It is not my intention to bring discomfort, but with that said I wont go out of my way to tune down the intensity or depravity of the way that the fetishes are portrayed. Th...
The origins of the magic marker are unknown, only that tales of it's exploits have been told for centuries, a magical artifact that can change both mind and flesh with a stroke. Earliest reports of the artifact state that it had been a quill once before slowly adapting to the writing instruments of the twenty-first century. It is said that the marker has alm...
You've been invited to your first Halloween party! How exciting! Normally you never do this sort of thing, but as an attempt at forcing yourself to be more social, you accepted the invitation and are finding yourself thrilled at the prospect of shedding the remnants of your anti-social cocoon and finally going to a party! A young debutante at the eve of her...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. *** Author's note: Please see Nana's Diary for the prequel to this story. Kim and her Mom have "the talk" Chapter 1. As Kim drove home, she mulled over the events of the day. She thought it would be like most other, but it turned into so much more after she had discovered Nana's Diary...
Once you pass the mismatched neon sign that reads "DOMINA ARENA, the first thing you see are the slave pens. They make sure you have to walk past the scores of would-be warriors from across the wasteland, now bound in chains and awaiting a life of degrading sexual servitude to their new masters. As you walk towards the check-in, you're given a grim remi...
"You don't own me", Marie yells. "You might command those lickspittles at work but you will never command over me. I am not your servant and i will never be, stop telling me what i should do." "I told you to stop fucking these stupid bastard", you yell back, "that has nothing to do with owning you. You are my wife, Marie, w...
It's dark. I'm kneeling in a locked wardrobe. My hands are cuffed behind my back and secured to a ring in the wall. I pull at them a little where the cuffs are squeezed against my wrists. Not that there's any point. On previous occasions I've struggled against these cuffs in a desperate fury to escape. They held when I was trying my hardest to break free. Th...
Chapter one has been updated as of February 2018 Note: This story is a mix between a lovely romance and female domination, it belongs to the "gentle femdom" and "role reversal" category that emerged on reddit and tumblr a few years ago: extremely soft and caring femdom put into idealistic romance often marketed at teenage girls... ... ... except that point...
Chapter one has been updated as of February 2018... and there are still a few mistakes here and there, mostly in the beginning... TL;DR : Gentle femdom, tease and denial, cute romance Writing improvement (many efforts in reducing sentences length) Always waiting for constructive feedback, and I decided to reply to comments Note: This sto...
"Hello Annabelle," said the rosy cheeked blonde as she slid into the booth across from me. She was noticeably squirming, but her clear blue eyes met mine. She seemed oblivious to the stares from the other customers in the diner. She was wearing a leather jacket zipped up, but it was plain to see that she was wearing the same thing she had on the la...