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The F Club

by zxsgxwlp on Sep 15, 2017
Transsexuals & Crossdressers

Like a lot of other students, I got a job to help pay my way through college. However my job was very different to most other students. I worked in a place called The F club and we specialised in male/male fetish and role play. As well as the escorts, the place employed bouncers who monitored the rooms to make sure things never got out of hand. Luckily I nev...

The Gimp

by Mortice on Sep 13, 2017
BDSM

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...

Gimp and Pup

by felixkatz on May 22, 2019
Fetish

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...

The Gimp (Prelude)

by assco on Sep 17, 2017
Celebrities & Fan Fiction

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...

Owned by my Mother-in-Law Ch. 05

by Sputnik57 on Sep 13, 2017
BDSM

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...

Family Chastity Story Ch. 04

by antares34 on Aug 13, 2019
Fetish

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...

Dueling View Points

by TaleTeller4035 on Sep 14, 2017
BDSM

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...

Owned by my Mother-in-Law Ch. 07

by Sputnik57 on Sep 13, 2017
BDSM

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...

Smile, Please, folks!

by MattblackUK on Oct 6, 2020
Loving Wives

I'd like to thank Randi for her editing skills. This story is not intended to be legally accurate. And it is a work of fiction, obviously. No real person, alive or deceased is depicted within it. Bradley Mertzmunn was irritated. He worked for the family business, and, once again, his boss, his own father, had sent him on a call that was not only unimpor...

Owned by my Mother-in-Law Ch. 04

by Sputnik57 on Sep 13, 2017
BDSM

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....