**Author's note: My Master ordered me to write a FemDom story, and I've never written anything like that before. If it's not up to par, I would appreciate any feedback to make it better in case I write more like this in the future!** She had made plans with him earlier that week, soon after she started talking to him, and she knew exactly what he needed...
Kneeling before my gorgeous Haitian goddess Esther, I am at last where I was born to be. My name is Steve Voltaire and I am a young Black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I used to think the Black girls in my church were boring and dull, since most of them never put out, you know? Like most brothers, Christian or otherwise, I had...
Dear Shoeblossom I was so angry when I found out Emersyn had taken Barnabas back. "Mistress, he left you. I had to pick up the pieces." I tried so hard not to do a "I told you so" thing. We'd been together for a long time before Emersyn met Barnabas, and then he'd moved in, and since he was younger than I was, and had a fast car, he seemed more "fun." A...
** This chapter is m/f sex only, but later this story will contain forced bi, I'll let you know at the beginning of each chapter. ** I was on my way to my friend's house warming party, something that me and the rest of his friends would tease him about once we got there. He was not the type of guy to have some big gathering with cocktails to come see his...
**Disclaimer: This is a real story. Everything that happened here is, to the best of my knowledge, what actually happened. The experience is several years old, but I captured it all to the best of my ability** I had called her up, everything was set. Every time we spoke on the phone, she was nice, laid back. It seemed like it was going to be a fun night....
With one last tug, I finish tying the knot in the rope which binds your hands behind your back. I then pull the black velvet hood over your head and tighten the drawstring around your neck. As the material is thick, no light comes in, leaving you totally in the dark. "Master I am afraid." "Yes, as well you should be my little girl. But be quiet now. I wi...
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...
I took one last look around the converted living room and smiled to myself. Satisfied that everything was in place, I went into the first bedroom to wait and settle my nerves. Jeremy and I had purchased a small house in downtown and did some, shall we say, 'unique remodeling' so I could try out my long-held desire of being a professional Domme. I mean, why n...
I practiced for hours before finally calling them. Mohammed Hassan and Yousef Adbirahman. The two men I love the most. Mohammed is six feet three inches tall and slender, with light brown skin, curly black hair and pale brown eyes. He was born in the town of Mogadishu in the nation of Somaliland. He's been living in the town of Ottawa, Province of Ontario, f...
Rebekah drowned the uncertainty of the day with sadism singing in her veins and the sting of her own knuckles, backhanding a stranger across the face. The day behind her slipped away as the sting cascaded through Rebekah's nerves. A slow smile split across her red lips. Rebekah patted the stranger's chin. Victor, was it? Vincent maybe? He winced against Rebe...