Dear Diary... Going to see a therapist isn't one of the things I could ever see myself doing a few years ago and yet here I am sitting in the waiting room waiting for my third appointed time to speak with Dr Karen on a few of my overwhelming addictions. My addictions have gotten so bad recently that I have almost acted upon them with total strangers, and n...
"You disappoint me Mistress Whitney, I had thought that you would not back down from our little game but it seems I was sadly mistaken." Whitney Houston turned he fiercest gaze on the young woman (she would not call Shakira a Mistress) who had such a disrespectful tone of voice and spoke with undisguised menace. "Do not imply that I am ever scared to back...
This is a story of financial domination. All characters are adult and willing participants. If you don't like Femdom fetishes, please search for other stories. ***** Another Nice Arrangement Jeff sat on the sofa and squished his thighs together, smashing his swollen balls between them. It had now been three weeks since he had his last orgasm and the sens...
My wife, Bridget, was at home already, as was her usual routine, when I arrived that Friday afternoon. I heard her in her office working. Bridget is a freelance analyst and consultant for marketing, among other things. She works from home mostly. "Frank?" She called from her office. "Come in here." I walked into her office and there she was, at her desk...
Lights were flashing, music was bumping, drinks were flowing and bodies were dancing. Sweat scented the air along with alcohol, smoke and the sultry perfume of sex. Everywhere I turned I could see horny men with their hands tightening around their crotch. Women beckoning the poor fools while removing their skimpy garments and letting them flutter to the stag...
This is the third in the "Great Recession" series of short stories. It picks up immediately after the second. This and all future stories are dedicated to my own Goddess and Queen, my wife, Mistress Marie. _______________ Laura's collaring was not as significant as I might have led you to believe. She immediately explained it was a training collar for the...
There are two types of college students, those that struggle to pay for college and those who do not. Sadly, my family was not in any position to help me pay for college. If I wanted to go, I needed to pay for it myself. First semester was tough. I lived in the dorm and ate a lot of ramen noodles. I had a job at a local sandwich shop which provided me just e...
The name is Madeline O'Connell. I'm a six-foot-two, lean and athletic, blonde-haired and gray-eyed, forty-something Irishwoman living in a secluded mansion in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm a reclusive multi-millionaire heiress with an exquisite if somewhat secretive lifestyle. You see, I am quite cruel and have voracious sexual appetites. Being we...
Chapter 2 Even rich, privileged women have dirty secrets and sexual fantasies. Butter would melt in her mouth, and her smile, when cast in a man's direction, would make him do anything she asked. She was the type of woman that so many lust over but that few ever have. Educated, articulate, intelligent, witty, and funny, she had the charm, the confident poi...
I am feeling confident as I stand outside his door. He's a financial adviser whose services I am considering. As I walk into his office, and see him sitting in the big brown leather chair, I am struck by the rough outline of his profile. He is sitting looking away from me, out the window onto the city streets. He looks like a man who works his body hard fo...