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Becoming CD Mistress Raven's Slut Ch. 02

by Vodka_Jim on Dec 10, 2018
Transgender & Crossdressers

Author's Note: I took some inspiration for this next chapter from some of the comments, both public and private, that I had to the first chapter. In doing so, I've written about things (e.g. forced cross-dressing) that I've never personally experienced. Most of my writing is based on things that I've experienced and that I think I can relate. So, if I've mis...

Maid For Mistress

by LadyAriele on Sep 16, 2017
BDSM

Ariele shopped for weeks looking for the perfect outfit. Heels of black leather boots that rose above her knees almost to her thigh, clicked rhythmically on the light oak floor under her feet, as she made cat liked strides towards Alex. She swings the riding crop up in the air before she stops dead in front of his handsome face.. Looking down at him she sa...

Spitting Contest

by HungryGuy on Sep 14, 2017
Fetish

BY: Hungry Guy and Mistress Silvina Silvina walked down the sidewalk toward Paula's apartment. Her ashen white skin glowed amid the crowd of golden people of Buenos Aires. Her brown hair blew in the strong wind of the Zonda that had brought in hot dry air from the interior of Argentina. She rubbed the sweat from the brutal South American summer heat fro...

Saran Wrap Bondage

by JamieFae on Jul 4, 2018
BDSM

"My pet I have a surprise for you today." I smile as I gaze up into Her Beautiful B Blue Eyes, her long straight jet-black hair laying neatly down her back, "yes Mistress." She looks down into my deep dark brown eyes as she moves my medium length wavy dark brown hair out of her way to attach my leash to my collar and leads me into one of the extra bedrooms...

A Maid for Mistress

by LadyAriele on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

Ariele shopped for weeks looking for the perfect outfit. Heels of black leather boots that rose above her knees almost to her thigh, clicked rhythmically on the light oak floor under her feet, as she made cat liked strides towards Alex. She swings the riding crop up in the air before she stops dead in front of his handsome face. Looking down at him she say...

No Holiday at the Beach Ch. 5

by Saoadora on Sep 14, 2017
BDSM

XII. Mistress returns The sound of voices stirred him from his partial slumber. It was Mistress Wendy, he noted immediately, with relief. Not a maid. But there were other voices. They sounded like those of the couple in the units adjacent to the Sundown units. "No, kidding, he does that?" he thought he heard from a female voice, not his Mistress's. "Well,...

Foot Worship

by defiant_1 on Sep 12, 2017
Fetish

She came into my office again today. This time she wore a mini-dress, ankle bracelet and high-heeled black patent sandals. Through the dark stockings it was evident her toenails were painted pink. I escorted her away from my desk towards the couch and coffee table corner, the less formal "just folks" area of my spacious suite. While my voice offered the usua...

Thea and Brad

by Timewell on Sep 13, 2017
Fetish

Brad wondered how Thea always managed to come over when he was trying to watch porn. "I caught you watching porn, didn't I?" she ribbed. "What? No!" Brad protested. Thea giggled, "Dude, there's a bottle of lube and tissues next to your laptop computer." "Did you come over for any reason in particular?" Brad snapped in an irritated tone of voice. "I brou...

Mistress Jenn's Handywork

by YoungSub13 on Dec 10, 2019
BDSM

I was lying out in my backyard, it was a Friday night and I couldn't wait for her to arrive. Who is she you might ask? She's amazing that's what she is, but as for who she is...well ok I'll just come out and say it. I'm a pervert, I'm into all types of deviant, kinky but of course legal sexual activities. I really enjoy BDSM and am rather submissive to attra...

Ray Ch. 01: Control

by SyptemberSmyth on May 2, 2018
BDSM

He peeled off his black shirt, pulled it over his head then dropped it onto the tile floor. He pulled his badge off his belt, then his gun, setting both down on the counter next to his sink. Off came the beige pants, left in a heap on the floor. It was time to wash away the vanilla day that had left his skin tainted, as it often did. The mirror was already...