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Trisha looked at me over the breakfast table, took a sip of her coffee, and reminded me that "your birthday is in four weeks. I need a list of what you would like in the next few days. And I want you to put a list together of bondage and torture tools that you want me to use on you. Choose a good number, I will then buy the ones I want to use on you, and we...
Chapter 04 -- Komal, the Mild-mannered Lady | 3 years later, Present Day | For someone who was so mild-mannered, Komal was a very demanding lady, Sundar thought. She demanded punctuality, she demanded perfection in tasks she gave Sundar, she demanded Sundar keep to rigid timelines, and most of all she demanded financial tributes. Financial tributes were ve...
About 8 years ago I met my wife online. She had a very nice femdom profile and I was submissive so I said what the heck. She was very pretty and she dominated me extensively for the first year. One of the things she loved to do was make me wear nipple clamps and chastity devices under my clothes while in public. Then she became bolder and began to advertise...
Something strange was happening in the small college town of Little Gadsden. None could say what was causing it, but the one thing that was certain was that it started after the comet crashed near the town. Little Gadsden was a small place, of no more than a few hundred inhabitants, so the event was the most talked about thing for weeks, even though nothing...
(If you enjoy this story please consider leaving a comment saying what it was you liked, or would like to see more of. Feedback really encourages writers to add more threads!) You are Bob, a freelance journalist, scraping a living writing terrible pieces for the worst magazines, tabloids and websites. When you started out you had dreams to making your name b...
In 2007 I felt pretty lucky. Having just graduated, I moved straight into a position as a junior trading analyst with a top city investment company, that was doing really well. I turned up for my first day of work in one of the smaller towers at Canary Wharf, but it had an amazing view across the Thames to Grenwich. Things were going just fine until the fin...
"I love my Black men, and I happen to know there's more to the whole lot of you than the macho bullshit, lots more, that's why I do this," Mistress Africa said patiently to her new sub Raymond as she applied lubricant all over her strap-on dildo. The six-foot-tall, curvy, brown-skinned and curly-haired biracial young woman smiled with complete and utter sati...
Copyright Oggbashan October 2020 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. The women's conference in Mumbai was drawing to an end. On this...
My mistress came out of the room around 2:30 AM. I was laying down on the floor and was numb as my wrists and feet suffered improper blood circulation due to the tight bondage. She bent down and caressed me. "I am sorry dear. I was frustrated that I had to work with these morons," she said in a pleasing tone. She released the leash and patted on my cheeks....