There my fuckable, light brown-haired, 23-year-old wife, Charisse, was on her knees in The Royale Theater. She was skimpily dressed like a slatternly tart and sucking a strange cock like the dirty whore she's been since high school where I'd been one of dozens, maybe 100's of boys to dick her. At the theater that Fri. night, meanwhile, another man roughly d...
I wonder for the umpteenth time what could possibly be so important that you would need to drag me out into the frigid arctic weather. The day is bitterly cold and my nose and fingers are getting numb. It is snowing, not big fat lazy snowflakes, but medium sized and drizzly, as though the sky is some big snarling dog spitting rabidly with anger. Although it'...
Nervous, little slut? Of course you are. It's your first day at Mistress K's Slutschool and you have so much to learn to even hope to catch up with the bigger, stronger, more experienced boysluts. Well, luckily for you, it's my job to teach little sluts like you how to behave. How to show proper subservience to your betters. Take a seat on that stool there...
Alyssa moved into the Martin's house the day after her interview, after signing an extensive contract detailing what would be expected of her as both maid and sex partner. Alyssa had hesitated a little when she saw just how detailed the contract was on what she would allow to be done to her body and what she might be expected to participate in. This includ...
She woke on the hard floor of the cellar. She could hear the radio on upstairs and thought that it must be morning. Her bones creaking and muscles aching, she stretched as much as she could. Nauseated, the stench of her dried urine sickened her. Old tins of paint and varnish lay around the floor, long forgotten, like her. The cellar was a cold, dirty place....
For you, you know who you are. She stretched in her bed, loving the feeling of the aches and pains the last two days had left her with. She remembered the rule that she wasn't to get dressed so she wrapped herself in a sheet and walked out into the living room of his bungalow. She couldn't believe she was finally here. She went into the kitchen to make a c...
[Author's note: This story was originally posted in "Lesbian Sex", but due to the heavy sadomasochistic themes of the series, I have moved it to "BDSM".] ***** --Dr Isabella Pacetti's Notes: To recap: Sophie Burton has started a new job as assistant to a novelist, Marie Alderney. She has moved into the author's house and befriended her maid, Katy. Harbour...
Master went away on a trip. Before he left, he said, "You've been behaving, pet. You may have a present. This weekend, you may come once. If you choose not to, that's fine, but I may not give you a present like this again. If you do come, you must tell me how you did it and exactly what you thought about when you did. If you come and don't tell me, or if I...
I drum my fingers on the steering wheel. Ten minutes have now passed since I sent a text to tell you that I was outside, nine minutes since your reply that you'll be right out. Normally I'd simply go in and say hello to our friends but tonight I'm in a hurry. I'm not usually this impatient but you know I'm eager to get home tonight. You know I didn't have...
{This piece was inspired by a round-robin story group online. The premise was set as follows: A female submissive slut-pet is put out for sexual use by her Master. She's been gang-banged, used and abused for days. Deep down, she loves being shared and made to do nasty things as she is an exhibitionist at heart. My contribution to the story picks up toward th...