Here we are again. To recap, I am now the company whore, my body and mind have been modified to please my new owners and, somewhere around here, my husband, who has signed his life basically over to the company, has also been taken to be modified, though I do not know how. My husband is an unimposing man, only 5' 8" tall with brown hair and matching eyes....
For the three days it took to to do my writing I was very frightened about the punishment that I was to receive. I had never had punishment on my vagina and the knowledge that the penalty was increasing daily, made me very worried indeed. In the hours before my husband came home on that day, my vagina and pubic area was waxed completely free of all hair. I t...
Everything was perfect. The laundry was all dried, folded and put in the proper drawers. Floors were mopped and waxed. Dinner was in the oven. Windows were sparkling to a gleam. Perfect. Here hair was perfect. A little bob of sweet chestnut brown, delicate bangs to lightly hang in precision over her brow that shaded her bright blue eyes. Her dress was per...
Teased and milked "Mara Tisdale is an excellent milker of men." So I came to think after watching her torture Nate, and I told Nate that after the fifteenth denied orgasm. Nathan was panting and sweating, unable to achieve the breakthrough to orgasm that every man craves with his very being. He was still restrained, his penis bulging with veins, begging for...
My name is B..., well, alright, Bill. You won't know much about me unless you've read another story I shared on Literotica some time ago, but I think only Fiona read that. The other story was about Fiona and me. I can give you the short version. An internet flirtation led me take a trip to the frozen North to see a red-haired lady musician play bass with he...
Debbie stared off in a distance as she sat in the passenger seat of her husband's car. The ground was covered with snow that December in Wisconsin. Her body was in one place, but her mind was in another. Debbie and Travis drove in silence just listening to the sound of the car engine roaring away. Once they arrived home, it was the same ritual. Travis woul...
Note to my readers: This incident occurred a couple years before Heidi and I had our first encounter; see "Breakfast By My Pool." * One evening I went to my neighbor's house to pick up some brochures that he had printed for me. He wasn't home. His wife, Cory, was all dressed up to go out. She was wearing high heels and hose and a nice short dress. I howev...
What did I do Last Night? It must have been that drink, the Mata Hari. My head felt a little fuzzy as I reached for the comforting feel of my husband lying next to me in our hotel room. It was still dark while I scooted up next to him and felt the warmth of his naked skin in the darkness. At first I didn't realize he felt a little different, longer and more...
Elaine had arrived home and John, her husband wasn't visibly upset. Inside though, he was seething. Yep, he was seething big time. He wanted his wife to be what a wife should be, in his opinion and that was his cook, his maid, his counselor, his sexual release when he needed that the most. He wanted her to be that and more. He wanted her to be his love and...
Author's Note: I especially would like feedback on this chapter because it's possible I went too far. It gets a bit extreme. And while there's some sober discussion to ground it, I don't want Stacy's stories to go too "Gonzo". *** Frank and Betty had returned, both wearing robes. They murmured inaudibly to one another as they sat down to watch the trio. B...