Gray was dressed and was allowed the luxury of a pad to kneel on, lest he should soil the white outfit chosen for him by his Mistress that morning. It was already to be an eventful day for him; he would witness the delivery of the hooded houseboy, formerly known as Minter, to the widow of a rough gentleman of that name who had officially taken his own life,...
Scott wept like a baby as he was released from the pole and cowered at Carrie's feet, his position below her now confirmed forever and witnessed by the pleased audience of dominant women. He would now be made to beg to be her slave in further affirmation of his new and permanent position, suffering a further sweet humiliation for the pleasure of all onlooker...
Meet Zainab Osman, a young Somali Muslim woman living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Zainab was born in the Canadian Capital to an immigrant family originally from the Puntland region of Somalia. Like many in her community, Zainab is a hard worker who's striving to move forward. She graduated from Carleton University with a criminal psychology degree in 201...
"The question before me," said Ethan as he strode back and forth in front of them, "is what am I going to do with you two?" Ethan turned to them, seated at the table in the kitchen; his handsome face marred by a glower. She could tell by looking at him that considerable anger lay just below the surface. The only question was whether that anger would engulf...
Note: This story includes M/F, M/M, piss play, dominance & submission, and incest, and all characters are at least 18 years of age. Also please note that this story is set in a historical fantasy world that, though it shares many similarities with our own, isn't intended to literally represent a specific area. ***** It is written on the oldest disintegrati...
As the new slave and his new owner were removing their masks in the exit corridor, the slave's nose was alerted by the smell of leather. He turned to see Madam Harriet and Fiona Brown smile at his Mistress, then fix their leering gaze upon him, sneering as they viewed the erect cock that ached for relief after the spectacle they had orchestrated. Harriet mov...
The mule was flanked by the two victorious horsewomen, and the hanged male's journey to meet his purchaser began, his cock erect and rubbing at the silken bondage with the movement of the mule as he squirmed, his anus tingling at his divine sense of helplessness as it clenched and dilated on the stimulating plug as the two women whipped mule and enslaved ars...
The title of this story suggests the content may be violent or involve mainly non-consensual sex. It does not. Most of my stories explore feelings, relationships and morals, and so does this one. It was supposed to be a short story, but I seem to have difficulty letting go of characters. ***** 'Mrs Beauchamp, your horse is ready.' Agnes heard her butler...
Chapter Three: Lezzy Debbie: I was shaking all over, and I could feel the sweat building up in my armpits and along my forehead. My pussy was very wet, and I'm sure I would have smelled it too, except that I was overwhelmed by the odor of hot, wet skin and expensive perfume rising up from Miss Steeple's bosom. I was scared, but mostly I was very excited...
Why does a maintenance night thrill me so much? I know that by the time I go to sleep I will be sore in every place imaginable. You see, my HoH does not just maintain my bottom, he maintains my bottom, my nipples, by mouth, my anus, my pussy. I don't work on Wednesdays, so every Tuesday night is Maintenance Night, whether I want it or not. Actually, my wants...