Sunday morning I woke to something unexpected, the smell of bacon and coffee. I went into the kitchen. Paula was at the table reading the paper, a glass of orange juice and a cup of coffee in front of her. John was busy in the kitchen. It irked me to have been replaced by him in the kitchen especially after Paula commented about how she was cooking for him....
Hey there everybody. This is just another story that I wrote a while ago, and exploration of the puppy fetish, that is, treating someone as a puppy or dog. I personally liked how it turned out, and I can't wait for this fantasy to be realized in real life. None the less, I hope you enjoy it, and as always, you are more than welcome to offer any and all cri...
So, this is a brief story about a private kink party I attended during my time as the Owner of my beautiful partner. All characters involved in this story are at least 18 years of age. I hope you all find this story as fun and hot as I did! Please let me know what you all think! There are a few words used in this story that may be hard to pronounce so belo...
"Thank you Kyle," the real estate agent smiled and held the house keys up, "It's been a pleasure and I am sure you will love living in Grass Valley." Kyle takes the keys, shoving them in the pocket of his well worn jeans, "Thank you Mr. Wilks, I hope so." He turned on his heel and stepped toward the door. "You'll like the Richards too," the agent added, "T...
It started so slowly, he almost didn't notice. A word here, a little slowness in her response, a few things misplaced, a few minutes late returning home. Nothing major, nothing really remarkable, just an accumulation of small clues that something wasn't right. He thought about it for a while and then decided that something needed to be done, before there was...
Mary sat stiffly in her chair. She was unused to being kept waiting, but hid her displeasure her upbringing and refinement had taught her better: A lady is always self possessed, her mother admonished, regardless of how she finds herself. Well past the age of marriage, her intemperate tongue had dissuaded many suitors over the years. Two weeks ago on her n...
And so the days and nights passed at Johanna's home. With Sissy Slut gone, there were no slaves remaining who possessed any culinary skills. So Pomona took it upon herself to cook a fine breakfast every morning for Johanna, as a way to repay her for her hospitality. Pomona would wake early each day, fire up the wood stove, and cook a delectable meal of bacon...
Miss Violet made me kneel and watch her dress. I was naked on my knees as she stood freshly showered in front of me. She locked the cuffs behind me and closed them tight on my wrist then slapped my face. It stung. My cock, owned by her, hard and erect, stuck up. It had not been touched for ten days. It had not cum for twenty-one, but since then Miss had fuck...
When Camille Sinclair was placed back in her small 8x10 cage she sat down on the small cot where she slept, bent her head down, placed her hands over her face, and starting sobbing. Since she had been sold into servitude mere days ago she had been subjected to terrible humiliation. From being poked and prodded and examined like an animal, punished horribly i...
Wanda Catron woke up that Saturday morning thinking she was dreaming. In her dream, her pussy was being filled by a cock, again and again and again. A confirmed lesbian, Wanda had no idea why she was having that dream. As she became more aware, she felt a weight on her body, and her legs wide apart. And to her total surprise, what felt like a cock was indee...