Author’s note: This is the second part in this series. Your warm response has encouraged me to continue writing. This is a fictional story. It did not really happen, although it might. If you take offense or do not care for stories where a wife completely dominates her husband, please pass this one by. This series is copyrighted by the author. It may no...
It had happened to me once before; many years ago. Ages before, I had experienced a similar set of feelings. The feeling that my body did not belong to me and that I shared it with someone else. That it was like a third party, an inanimate object that my mind could leave, and look back upon. It had firstly happened in my late teens when I was eighteen or ni...
The joy and ecstasy of that incredulous tongue fucking by Mr. Williams had brought about a chain of orgasms that I lost count of. Fortunately, he had gagged me when, earlier, he had put on the cuffs and tied my thighs. Or else, my endless screams would have reverberated through the entire mansion that housed my boss's residence and office. And yet, I hadn't...
We have been swinging with our friends, Dick and Dee, regularly since January 1995, although the first time was in the winter of 1986. Since that time we have probably had sex in some form or another on more than fifty memorable, and some not so memorable, occasions. We have had our standard foursomes and also the three-way alternatives; Charlot with Dick a...
From the frequency with which Mei-Lien brought it up during our telephone conversations the next week, it was clear that the shopping trip which I had proposed was very much on her mind. After she had completed the more physically demanding portion of her exercises and had assumed the pose which I specified she adopt on her dildo, she would ask for more deta...
"Sex doll," said the clerk, handing Maddy her paperwork. "What?" Maddy gulped. "Sex doll? Come on, isn't there something else?" "Listen kid, I'm the clerk. I don't make any of the stupid decisions around here, and I'm not responsible for any of the selections, and, seeing as how you're going to be a love doll for a few years, I'd appreciate it if you spent...
My intense desire, and uncontrolled need to be recognized as a true slut started to become a reality in earnest on Sunday in December of 2016. The genesis of this need is unknown but increased exponentially as I reached 40. Perhaps irrational, but nonetheless always on my mind, and becoming more dominate and controlling each day... the need to be openly reco...
"Looks essential for a summer picnic!" The submissive teased; her red hair striking in the afternoon Sun. She brattishly taunted. Her ruby lips curled into a playful grin as her words struck the dominant, unmoved by the rascal. "It's my father's scarf, I may need it. You better behave," was the only explanation the youthful Miss Anna gave as the woollen garm...
Sara knew it was a bad idea right from the start, but something about it appealed to her wild side. One thousand and one sexual encounters in one thousand and one days. The idea had come to her after reading portions of The Book of a Thousand Nights and a Night. In the book, King Shahryar's wife is unfaithful, so he kills her. Believing all women to be unfai...
On many occasions in my life I have pondered a particular question that remains unanswered or at least is not answered satisfactorily. I've often heard people ask the question 'Why do I have a fetish?' and this is invariably an objective question looking for an explanation of individual behaviour. Most responses fit into a few obvious categories -- because y...