Milton woke up the next morning in a daze. What the hell happened? Had that been real? Had he really engaged in a role play with a former student, in his own classroom? And that student, the one who had grown into the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life...had she really made him cum in his pants, then crawl to her and eat her out, then made him...
Tarue stood nude before the full length mirror in her cell. The mirror was perfect of surface, evenly silvered. It was the work of several skilled, careful craftsmen to cast such a device. It was an expensive luxury. She would have marveled at when she was a novice. For a Priestess of Worship it was a necessity. She must always have a clear, unclouded view...
At the beginning of a foot-slave's 18th year he is prepared every day by his mentor, a woman in her thirties or forties, who is responsible for his training and behavior at the Royal Court. The mentor has been given the young slave when he is about 10 years of age and she has been training him in the art of foot massage technique and all of the necessary pra...
Chapter 2 : The Priestess Meets A General Part 3 : Friendship, Advice and Love "I have always wanted to travel," she said as they talked again afterwards. "But in my life I have never been very far. No one here travels far or knows much about anywhere else. Tell me about where you have been." "I have travelled all over the Empire and I have seen everythi...
Chapter Fifteen Once back in the library I had barely had time to dress and tidy away William's clothing, when I heard the sound of voices approaching from the hallway. George opened the doors and led a small party of men into the room. They were dressed alike in dark jackets, trousers and shirts. All of them seemed to be in their late twenties or early thi...
She was like no woman I had ever seen before. She walked into a room and everyone's eyes were on her. She just had that incredible presence that just lit up the room and everyone just wanted to be around her. I was working behind the bar of a trendy club when I first saw her saunter in on her long legs, swaying her hips in a short dress. She walked over to t...
Feminazi key holder. "Starting bids at $1 to purchase this man?" That question was the beginning of the end of my life as a free man. I had fallen foul of the new debtor laws. Essentially we had returned to Roman style indentured servitude when made bankrupt. Your debt was sold to the highest bidder and you were their legal property for life. "I bid $1",...
DISCLAIMER: All characters in this story are at least 18 years of age and legally able to consent to any sexual activities in which they engage. For the purposes of this story children don't start school until after age 8 which is why they can be 18 and still in high school. None of the depictions of sexual activity in this story involve ANYONE under the age...
A conversation inside Chateaux de Ally The situation I am lying on an ottoman, naked but for my jewellery, the cum from a man other than my husband dripping from my recently fucked pussy. It slides down my naked thighs leaving a glistening trail in the candlelight. Man pig shuffles into view from the shadowy recesses of the corner. He grunts and I wave my...
Prologue Its hard to say what turned Lynnette Mayfield into the all consuming, domineering, super-bitch that she is today, but suffice to say that her first word was "Mine " and it is just as likely to be her last as well. From an early age, love for her didn't mean affection, or kindness, or gentility. It meant complete submission to her and her will, to...