David heard the TV faintly in the background of his breathing and his heartbeat. He sat awkwardly on the leather sofa, arms restrained in leather arm splints, frustrating devices of restraint that allowed the use of his hands for long distance manipulation, but allowed no close-in usage for scratching, eating or drinking. All his nutritional sustenance was c...
You get to write about a world where men are required to be naked at all times but women are allowed to remain clothed. You can approach this story in almost any way you want. Perhaps you want men to be nothing more than slaves to women. Maybe men are at a nearly equal standing with them, but still have to be nude. As for the setting, feel free to get creati...
In the morning Dale required a quick blow job before he let me go. At about 5:50, I bolted out of the cab of his truck like a bat out of hell, laptop under my arm, and raced to my parents' car to drive home. When spring semester started and we were back at TU, I resumed my hellish existence as Tyler's (and Shelly's) complete and total slave - or, "good frie...
"I'm not even sure why I'm here." Reba said, trying to smile. In her early forties, Reba had curly dark hair and was somewhat curvaceous, but the sort that dressed sensibly to avoid the censure of her peers. Chianti had met Reba when they'd been taking an Italian cooking course together at Mallard Creek Community College, just across Buttermilk Bridge. It...
The First Date It was a bit strange driving with the chastity belt on. I had worn one before for some days, but a long time ago. We got talking about different stuff. It just clicked – as long as I forgot about the belt, or how good she looked. She asked me to go via the office, she said she had forgotten something. I did so, she came back soon after with...
Last time we parted, you told me that you were going to fuck me when we next met. You loved the fact that I've never been taken with a strapon and you promised to be gentle, in the beginning. It sent a shiver of excitement and fear through me, which made you smile. I can imagine heading to your small apartment, anxious and excited. I haven't cum for days a...
I woke up this morning with what should have been morning wood. My cock was straining to become erect, but the steel cage surrounding it dashed any hope of an erection. Every day this happens. Every day for the last four months, and every day for the foreseeable future. Each morning around 5:00 I wake up to the discomfort of blood trying to fill tissue that...
Salutations, ladies and gentlemen. I'm Colleen Dickinson, a biracial woman of Jamaican and European descent living in Ontario, Canada. I'm five feet nine inches tall and curvy, light-skinned and sexy, with an angelic face, a thick body, and a fine round ass. Lately I've been exploring the world of BDSM. While most dominant Black women in BDSM seem to cater t...
James looked at himself in the mirror and shuddered, wiping another tear from his eye. He had to refrain from crying today, it would only make everything worse. Crying would ruin his make up and earn him a stern punishment before bed. Not to mention, his Mother would probably make good on her threats if he didn't perform perfectly today, and there was no way...
Bunky and Skip, two waiters at the Golden Spoon, Buttermilk Fall's Cajun restaurant, stared at the couple. "He's kind of geeky, Four Eyes there, to be with a chick who looks like that," Bunky said, but Skip had noticed the Adam's apple on the "chick" and wasn't surprised...she was hot, but it was still disgusting! Ellis McKeigue shook his head as his fri...