"Welcome home, honey!” I stepped inside and shut the door behind me. It was all I could do not to lean against it and cry. I tossed my purse onto the recliner and sat down on the couch. As I slipped my feet out of my shoes, I looked up at my husband. “Please, tell me your Mom has the kids for the weekend.” “My mom has the kids for the weekend.” I closed...
FYI: This is a true story about me indulging my foot fetish in the way I wanted for the first time. I love feet, especially the teachers at my colleges my favourite teacher was Miss Clarke, biology teacher. Every day she wore black flats with no socks; they looked pretty rundown so I can imagine they smelled divine. She would always slip her feet out of her...
The Owner knew why he wanted those wrought iron bedposts in all luxurious exec suites in all of his hotels. Those bedpost had many interesting functions. And he was utilizing one of those right now. He lay naked, wearing favorite collar, spread-eagled on his bed, shiny steel leg spreader holding his legs apart. Then he tied his legs to bed posts for good m...
Celebrity Story: Resistance is Futile. "Seven-of Nine" Lands Next Door. (This is a mixture of pure fantasy fiction and much fact mixed in. After making enough money to retire very prematurely, I bought a place on St. Thomas, USVI. It was a small condo overlooking a cliff. My 38 foot sloop was anchored 75 yards off shore in view of my condo. I was able to do...
Prologue Persephone looked at her friends with the ouija board. She'd declined to join them, not because of some fear of the occult, but because it was nauseatingly cliché. Sarah began to chant a sumerian raising mantra whilst Zoe, Lorna and Felicity held on to the glass that would supposedly spell out the wishes, or otherwise, of the contacted demon. They...
Sonia woke up well rested. It was Saturday, and she looked forward to a whole weekend playing with her new toys: her slave, and magic. Of the two, she didn't know which she liked the most. It was even better to know that the girl she had lying at her feet, with her face pressed against her smelly, sweaty soles, could tear her apart with a thought, but was so...
My name is Steven, I'm 24, and I am a narcissist. Not in the psychological disorder way, but in the "I really want to fuck myself" way. I absolutely worship myself because I know I'm incredibly sexy. When I'm alone (which is most of the time) I like to jerk off in front of the mirror, admiring my gorgeous body and cock. I even take pictures and videos of mys...
I had just finished up my five-mile morning run, when David pulled up, a local young man who does carpentry work in my little town. Being a divorced older woman, I needed such help from time to time and he'd come recommended by others. I watched the young man get out of his truck, a handsome stud to be sure, in his early 20s with shaggy blonde hair and a le...
The next day I reported to Rose's house immediately following my shift at the coffee store. It was about 4:30 PM when I arrived. A pleasant-faced Hispanic woman dressed in a black maid's uniform greeted me at the door. "Miss McGowan wants you to get dressed and join her at poolside," she reported. I was buoyed by this instruction. I was afraid that, durin...
When one hears the word "Mistress," the first thing that usually pops into his mind is a tall, slender brunette, clad in tight black leather and high-heeled boots. While I fit the physical description to a tee, the attire has never been my particular fancy. I'm more of a plain-clothes Mistress, thick cotton name-brand sweats to be exact. I conduct an aerob...