July 7th 2003 Today my life changed. I am in Brazil and Elizabeth is in Canada, at home. This morning we agreed to hold an erotic late night conversation about our bondage desires. Both of us would think of 2 or 3 new things we would like to bring into our already dominant and submissive relationship. The idea really excited me and I spent quite a bit of my...
Slowly she sat down on the couch and placed her glass of wine on the coffee table before her. Kicking off her shoes was a no brainer at this point. How those poor feet of hers ached. She grabbed the small, thin but shiny package and began to slowly unwrap it like a much anticipated Christmas present. She had waited so long for it to arrive. Ever so slowly sh...
How The World Should Be Run: The Chronicles of Femdom Chapter 1: Katy Meets Uke I walked down the busy street passing women in business clothing, leather, dresses, just the normal stuff. The men accompanying the women were mostly nude, but others wore business clothing, leather, dresses...the normal stuff. I passed K9s, sissies, leathers, bois, servants, s...
"Professor Webster, how did Socrates come up with a female character as strong as Antigone?" Except, she pronounced Anti-gone. I smiled benignly at my inquisitor. She was a Barbie doll, right down to the IQ. She was tall, lithe, blond, with blue eyes and breasts that were all-encompassing. It was hard to look her in the eyes. "Well, Christy, Antigone was wr...
To really enjoy this story, I suggest that the reader first peruse Chapter 1. * "That's better, pussy. You are now totally in my power and I will do with you whatever I will. I am now going to turn you, and you will put up no resistance. If you do, I promise that you will regret it. Do you understand?" "Yes." Another slap, this time harder. " 'Yes, Mist...
For years, Roger was limp. It was a combination of things. Anti-depressants. Age. Chronically jacking off to cuckold and nylon themed porn. His wife certainly didn't help either. She was drop dead gorgeous. Always made up to perfection with raven black hair and perfectly sculpted tits. She knew about her husband's struggles but she didn't know whether to be...
After I had downloaded the recording I looked around for a place to reposition my camera. I was interested in the parking area. Apart from trucks there were buses and a number of small two seater type cars parked there. The small cars had no gas cylinders. The rows of vehicles were parked with their front end against low level barricades and seemed to be con...
10 - Epilogue: Simon Milton winced as he gingerly lowered himself onto the burgundy leather chesterfield. Whoever the bastard was who'd worked him over, he'd done a bloody good job of it. He'd get even with the fucker if it was the last thing he did. He lit a Davidoff cigar and took a long drag, then balanced it on the edge of a cut glass ashtray on the s...
Adisa and I were sitting up on my bed watching Netflix. She was tucked into my shoulder, the ashtray on my legs close to full after an long evening catching Adisa up on some classic sci-fi. It had been three weeks since I'd woken to find Adisa in my bed. It disturbed me how easily I'd fallen in the relationship, despite still deeply missing my wife and fami...
Leah opens the door. "Hi Nikki, thanks for coming over this evening." "Are you kidding Leah, I wouldn't miss this for the world." Nikki kisses Leah and they walk back into the living room where Gilbert is sitting. Naked with his wrists and ankles bound together, holding a large glass ashtray in his hands. "Nikki, this is my ashtray slave. Slave, this is m...