The name is Craig Johnstown. I'm a six-foot-tall, good-looking young black man living in the small rural town of Hawking, Oregon. The story that I am about to tell you concerns a certain dark period in my life. I call it the Dark Side. It doesn't matter if you're a good person with strong morals and principles, you can only be pushed so far before you start...
First a little clarification, if you've been reading parts one and two (I hadn't kept this quite straight up to this point). Here are the correct character names: Bob, or Robert, or Dick (or whatever my mistress decides to call me): Me Rick: My boss Brad: An office co-worker Rod: Office co-worker in an adjacent cubical, very buff, quite manly Wilson: Of...
Chapter 16 - Six Tri-Alpha pledges Led by their pledge mistress, the four pledges carried their overloaded backpacks off campus in the stifling afternoon heat. All five women were covered with sweat once they finally got to the Four-Beta Sorority house, which meant they would have to put their uniforms in the wash and change into clean ones. The women strip...
WARNING!!! All my stories involve total power exchange, where one party assumes total control over the other. To my mind, total control is meaningless without limits being stretched and shattered. There is no point in total power exchange if all you are going to have is Missionary position sex. In a previous story, GREAT DAY TO BE A SLAVE, someone issued an...
Please ignore this story if gay sex or discipline isn't your thing. Nothing about this story is factual and forgive my writing errors, not a work of art, just a kinky story. *********** My name is Steve and I thought it best to tell my story as a warning to others on how things you never expect can happen. I'm 28, 5'8", 140 lbs and in pretty good shape. No...
The name is Steve. I'm a big and tall, openly bisexual young man of Haitian descent living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. My friend Wendy came by my house for a visit one Saturday night and things got kind of crazy. I liked it, though. Wendy and I go way back, folks. We met when we were both students at Bay State University in downtown Boston. Fast...
Author's note: This story is a fictional fantasy. I wasn't sure how to categorize it. There is gay male sex, although there is a female involved in the story. Since it's about submission, I thought I'd put it in the BDSM category. * I had been surfing the internet for weeks, looking for a dominant male or couple that wanted to play with a bi curious male....
I pulled on my hand brake and sat for a moment in my gleaming sales reps car. I had just put it through the car wash and as far as the office was concerned I was about to go into a meeting on the other side of the state, in truth I was intending on calling the client after and report back that I had been there in person. I would get away with it, I had done...
I was so excited to see Justin today. We were celebrating our six month anniversary and I was on my way to his office to surprise him with a picnic lunch. I pulled my car into the crowded parking lot of the college and grabbed the basket out of the backseat. The scent of fried chicken filled my nose as I opened up the lid and peeked inside. I exited my car a...
Wherein I demonstrate the importance of rigorous and intentional conditioning of a slave for complete service. As I explained in the first part of this story, I do not often rely on chastity devices these days to control N's sexual behaviors, though that wasn't always the case as I'll explain shortly. I mostly rely on the "honor system" - by which I mean an...