It was 8:15 p.m., and Josie fidgeted in her seat. The medium sized butt plug nestled snugly her rear wasn't exactly helping either. Her Master required her to wear it at all times, only to take it out to use the bathroom. It took her a few days to master sleeping with it in, but she eventually got the hang of it. At this time, she was anxiously waiting for h...
I spent my undergrad years at Tulane, a history major. No, I didn't end up flipping burgers, but I did end up with an obsession about the French Quarter. As a well-traveled Air Force brat, I had lived in the U.S., Europe, South America, and Japan. I had a sense of regional peculiarities. Despite her origins, New Orleans felt like no other place on earth, and...
The time was now 6:30 and even though I'd jerked off all over my wife's breasts, I was still in a state of constant arousal, watching her dry herself, then rub body lotion into her awesomely sexy body. The lotion glistening on her soft feminine skin, gleaming with a perfect glossy layer, painting her flesh in the most sexual way. I followed her into the bed...
Acknowledgements: My very grateful thanks to AngelLove for agreeing to edit this story, for her very timely work, and her valuable suggestions and corrections. Copyright 2006 by Zeta. All rights reserved. Max woke up taking in his surroundings, his mind still somnolent and blank and confused at the unfamiliarity of the room around him. Before awareness an...
I had never been so cold in all my life. My shoes hurt, and were a little wet from slogging through those spots in the road where I couldn't avoid a puddle of slushy melting snow. I had a decent overcoat, and was relatively dry from the knees up, where it covered. Still, I was cold. I hadn't dressed to walk. I had dressed to impress. I had dressed to dance....
Molly was sixtyish (which could have meant anything) anyway that's what she told us. Sort of chubby, but not as chubby as some of us, and fresh pinky complexion white hair, at least on her head it was... and probably a bit smarter that most of us. Several glasses of Chardonnay brought the following tale to the table one evening when we met at the Randolph in...
Archimedes could feel his mouth drool as he looked upon the object dangling from Hephaestus's Fiery fingers. Still glowing red hot and smoldering, the key was fresh from the forge and the rumbling in his balls matched the nervousness in his stomach as he gazed upon the object of his desire. It had been so long, so many months of self-imposed chastity in the...
10th Day "Proper Training" I was just in time outside Madame's room with her breakfast dish, clean and shaven, when she rang the bell. Wishing that I hadn't forgotten anything, I knocked at the door and entered her room. - Good morning Madame, I quietly said and placed the dish on her bed, assuming my kneeling position. She totally ignored me; she was talk...
Welcome back, dear friends. My husband begs me to thank you all profusely for allowing me the time to deal with certain issues between us that required my urgent correction. But now, without further ado and preamble, I would like to describe for you, as promised, a typical day in my life, as it has evolved over the years together with the person who is witho...
Elsabeth sat at her vanity, idly brushing her long, chestnut curls, wishing she was anywhere else but in this room, in this castle, on this day. She glanced over her shoulder at the stiff folds of shining fabric covering her narrow bed. Why is mother insisting that I be excited about this banquet? It was sure to be overpopulated with arrogant sons of fat,...