He said he was going to bring a pet, but he didn't say what. I normally wouldn't like my friends bringing pets to my parties, but he assured me it would be no trouble. The party was quite busy when I heard his van arrive. It was dark, so I couldn't see clearly, but I saw him getting something out of the back. And it was big - perhaps a Doberman or Alsatian...
It was a fairly normal encounter during fetish weekend: Two masters sitting at the bar and chatting, their subs on leashes behind them. In this case, one of them had a rubber gimp on his leash, hands chained behind its back, a gas mask with darkened lenses obscuring its features. The other one had a rubber puppy sitting at his feet, hands locked in rubber pa...
Mistress Roberts' Dungeon was the finest in Hollywood. From her double-throne she surveyed the orgy, her hand resting on the flaccid lightsaber of a striking black actor. She was very much the Queen, in her forties and still an extremely pretty woman. She wore red leather, her breasts thrust up in an uncomfortable corset, boots to her thighs. With one hand s...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. All characters are age 19+. ***** My girlfriend Christina has been staying with me for the past sev...
Born a gimp, his only sexual relationship was with his hand. He had jerked off several times a day for almost every day of his life. At age 18, he discovered Female Domination sites on the internet, and he introduced rubber bands, a flexible steel ruler, and various clips, caps and other round objects that fit tightly about his erect cock into his masturbato...
Further confident and severe looking women arrived, smiling and sneering at the gimp, and pointing at me contemptuously. My erection raged as I watched the superbly dominant Arabella stride positively toward the cellar door; her willing gimp, the once proud and dignified headmaster, on all fours with a tail swinging from his plug. The women laughed at him an...
I was released from the haven of my mistress' crotch and she stood by me in a central position, flexing her cane in readiness for my punishment as we watched the gimp's misery. The wickedly pencil-skirted headmistress that was Arabella, placed the black dish from earlier at her feet, and ordered the gimp down to it in full view of the eager crowd of women. A...
If you're going to be critical just for the sake of being critical, don't say anything because I will flag you with the webmaster. Be constructive with your criticism. I welcome feedback. ***** Shopping day rolled around. For the first time Master was going to take it to town and "teach" it how to shop. It is as if Master forgot it was once free, shopping...
The area by the window had a padded surface; no doubt Blanche's departed husband and many other enslaved men had been made to kneel for hours at this window, whilst they contemplated their fate on just such an evening as this. The padding would not be for their comfort, it would be there to ensure that their knees functioned when the time came to entertain....
My first meeting with Temptress Raven Eve was back in March. She traveled to my home state, and after a few emails and deposit, she was gracious enough to take a chance on me. We had an amazing initial conversation where I instinctively felt safe, sane and protected in her presence. She was incredibly nice with a great sense of humor and, of course, was mesm...