Halloween doesn't bother me, I don't usually dress up, I never tricked or treated as a kid (it just isn't a big thing in England) and I don't do Halloween parties now. However tonight I am dressed up, and my body feels like there is a party going on. I feel like my school uniform is my second skin these days, my husband frequently requests that I wear it,...
It all started when the son of a bitch decided to sell me to a creep who owned a gentlemen's club. Now this creep was no ordinary creep. He was a vampire; they all finally decided to come out of the closet so to speak. I was furious when I found out, I started to throw thing's all over the show and the bastard to sell me was none other than my ex-partner. Wh...
The Christmas party was in full swing at the ad agency where I worked and everyone was feeling nice and loose. I was talking to Carol, who'd become a friend and a confidante, and we were both eyeing Mike, a good-looking guy who'd started to work as a copywriter at the agency six months ago. "He's cute, Mike is, ain't he?” I said, nodding in his direction....
Manolo Vergara just picked up his phone, he didn't know what he was going to say or how he was going to say it. He presses Greg's number. His phone starts to ring. Each ring increases the level of Manolo's stress. Finally the ringing stops. "You have reached Greg Sanchez if u r hearing this it means I am probably making out with Manolo leave a message at the...
Thanks for making it this far! Warning: This chapter has some drug use and non-consensual corporal punishment. Enjoy and don't forget to vote :) * After two weeks in space, Nora and I landed on Emaris Station, a small space station orbiting Emaris Prime. Even though going to port was dangerous in our situation, we didn't have much of a choice - we had ru...
"You're late!" The words spit out at me from the open doorway. Dana's hands rising up to rest on her hips as she glares at me. I try not to look but the movement draws my attention to the item clutched in her left hand. "We expected you much, much earlier." I nod but respectfully do not say a word, keeping my eyes downward where I can again sneak a glance...
A long time ago, as a young Black woman in her twenties, the lady who would later be known as Mistress Shayira discovered the world of BDSM, and it changed her life at a fundamental level. Shayira, the daughter of Afro-Caribbean immigrants who moved to the United States of America, has always been the kind of sister who is considered bossy or domineering by...
I got to know Suz quite well after she left some comments on one of my fisting stories. We corresponded for a while and much of our correspondence was filthy. Suz was a BBW, 5' 4'', with gorgeous brown curly hair that cascaded magically and framed her sweet face beautifully. She fantasised about fisting and insertions, and while she was a fisting virgin, she...
Preamble: Yep it's been too long since I last wrote, but I have had someone e-mail me and inspire me to write again. I hope this captures the spirit of my previous master/sub slut stories... I intend it to be just as dirty. My stories are written about me, a dirty minded Master, and very willing submissive sluts, who find ultimate satisfaction in giving up...
I've invited you over for dinner. A romantic evening awaits. There's a three-course meal waiting for you with plenty of wine to go with it. You've been ordered to wear exactly this: a dress that ends no more than three inches above your knee, ties behind your neck and is backless. You're to wear no bra. You're to wear a red and black suspender belt, crotchle...