Chapter 2: Animal's wish is granted Animal tried to look relaxed as he slouched on an uncushioned wood bench in the throne room. Looking around, he saw that the other supplicants were as uncomfortable as he. They all undoubtedly wished, as he did, that the Bearer was in a better mood that night. The Bearer was now tongue-lashing a squabbling couple who came...
Note from the author: As I write this note in the wake of coronavirus, we are all worried about our health, the health of our loved ones, and the future of the economy. A few chapters ago, Mariah, obnoxious as always, asked Gabriel why she should do something he was requesting of her. He responded, "It's how friendship works, Mariah. And family. And communit...
Note to readers: The Chronicles of Bliss is a series of journal entries written by Kelly Kavanagh about her alter-ego, a self-proclaimed superslut named Bliss. It's highly recommended that the reader enjoy The Chronicles in order and from the beginning. In the first entry, The Origin of Bliss, Kelly explains how she got the nickname and why she uses it t...
Our Sunday has begun with you awakening me, not with love’s first kiss, but by hungrily sucking on my cock. This leads us into the perfect way to begin any day, a playful romp that culminates with a thunderous climax for us both. Now, while you relax, I go in search of the next two components of a perfect Sunday: coffee and the Sunday paper. * * * * * I wa...
Chapter I All this happened to me over forty years ago in Africa, in a world that was slowly adapting to a future without its former white rulers. It was an exciting time and for a young man fresh out of veterinary college it was the place to go for adventure before settling down into the family practice. In those days a government scheme for voluntary serv...
I have long been intensely curious about female domination. I had a few girlfriends in college who were willing to play around with it, but for them it was always a game. It wasn't real to them, it was just another kink they were exploring and willing to quit when something newer came along. But for me, it was a passion. After college, I moved to Chicago, g...
Some months have passed since Duncan took his infamous slow drive downtown. He carried it out admirably. Oh, he was taxed by the experience. The ridicule, the contempt he'd received left its mark on his delicate constitution. Through it all, however, he was true to me, and to the purpose of the project, which was to prove his devotion to me, to show me that...
PART ELEVEN: I was her houseboy-slave almost two years prior to her taking a lover. She took over my submissive fantasy, made it completely hers. At first it was talking dirty when I'd service her. She started 'expanding' on that, got very cruel, teasing and dominant. She started checking out dominatrix websites too. After about six months she was a complet...
Thanks again to the major contribution by Literotica author “LeasaJ” Reverend Richardson sat naked, but for a terry cloth robe, deep in the dark confines of his daughter, Kristen’s, closet. Peering through the tiny hole—no larger than the eye of a needle—the pious man sought fervently for a vision he’d pursued for many long years: his disrobed, full-bodied,...
The events in these stories took place about 18 years ago. All of the people depicted were in their early twenties at the time. The stories are in chronological order and all of the characters are introduced and described in this first installment. I wrote about these experiences in my journal at the time and for these stories I have fleshed out what I thi...