I am writing this to confess that I, or should I say we, have a secret life. I am a foot fetish mistress. Oh, by the way, I am married. My husband agreed to my part time career because of two things: I charge $250 per hour, and I agreed to tell him the stories after they happened while he plays with my feet and pleasures himself. It's his biggest turn on. W...
It was getting late in the day and you keep looking down at your watch. Minute by minute you get more and more restless. It has seemed like the longest day ever. Sitting in your chair with your legs spread wide beneath the desk, skirt hiked up past your knees you can feel the cool air on your exposed vagina. It is exposed because your man dressed you in crot...
Snow. Christmas had come and gone. Another year. If it weren't for all the locks, the security bars, and the overall sense of dread, Pearl would've called the passing time quite enjoyable. She'd always been safe and cared for, a coddled little darling. Snow was falling. The ground was still highly visible. Pearl had opened the blinds of one window ne...
There are three groups who sign the contract. 1) Ones that want to make lots of money quickly. They want to get school tuition, buy a house, or start a business. They usually only serve for one term then take their pay and move on. 2) Addictive personalities. They want to escape drugs, gambling or alcohol. Service becomes their addiction. They often renew...
"What am I supposed to do with him?!" The lock clicked as the door closed and I was left in the room with just Brian, sprawled across the floor. His chin shining where Ms. Jane's delicious juices had dripped onto him, I couldn't see his face through the large dildo that was strapped to his chin but I could see everything else. His hands were cuffed above h...
I am an old man whose eyes have seen much. As with many of us who reach their sixty-fifth year, I live in the past, in ways that perhaps you cannot imagine. This is my story. If ever there was a man who went through life nostalgic for a place that he has never called home, it was I. Having grown up in California, I eventually become an executive at Bio-Rad,...
On top of the bed, there are clothes laid out for me. A black t-shirt and black boxers. The boxers are like the ones I used to wear with one huge difference: the size. They are two sizes down and it gets really squeezy pulling them up. A note is waiting for me on the nightstand, "There is a cushion near the door; it's not left there by accident." A chuckle...
Introduction: We are in our forties, John is slightly dominant and I'm slightly submissive in our relationship. We are into exhibitionism; that's our thing. I love to have a walk fully naked every now and then, mostly at Johan's hand with him most of the time fully dressed. Sometimes he joins me in nakedness, but most of the time it's only me naked. We...
Everyone in this story is over eighteen. 1 Simon Denton wasn't a bad boy, not really. Ever since he'd left school, even before that, he'd been shuffled around like a stray dog, from Council care facilities (joke name that was, in that area!) to foster homes of varying quality. He'd forgotten what his real mother looked like, though he somehow remembered...
'God, I hope that's not taped onto my paintwork,' Alan thought to himself regarding the "Just Married" sign affixed to the back of his vanishing Rolls Royce Phantom limousine, carrying away his only daughter Eve and Adam her groom. Not that it mattered unduly, he would almost certainly lose the car in the upcoming divorce settlement anyway and have to make...