I was a submissive until I learned how to be a Dom. I was taught to be a Dom by being a submissive and experiencing all that a sub goes through. To me this was the best way to learn. The mindset became clear to me. The torments were more vivid. Suspense was appreciated. Pain was turned to pleasure in ways that the mind can't conceive of until it is done. Aft...
I walked out of the massage parlor carrying my backpack and pulled out my list. Mentally, I crossed off the third item on it. My great grand-aunt had been VERY rich when she died and she left me a VERY large sum of money on the condition that I "made my husband happy." Unfortunately, he just HAD to ask me if I had ever cheated on him, which I had....
Special thanks to Jane Marwood who helped edit the text. All characters are over 18. -------------------------------------------------- The cool porcelain tiles send shivers up through Michael's spine as he stepped into the bathroom. He was met by a feminine perfumed scent that for some reason made him feel even more vulnerable, subjugated as he was at...
After staring at the pink collar, I looked into Tammy's eyes hazel eyes and nodded. "I need to hear you say it, sweetie." Her voice was soft and gentle yet there was a commanding tone to it that made me feel meek. "Tammy. I would like to serve you as your live-in slave." I am not the type of person who makes hasty decisions but there is something about T...
Disclaimer: This is the first of a series of stories that are re-writes of fantasy conversations between my submissive and I. While the sharing of ideas in this lifestyle is a great thing, I request that none of my work is used without my expressed consent because they are for him, which he has graciously given permission to share. Feedback is always appreci...
Acknowledgements: My very grateful thanks to AngelLove for agreeing to edit this story, for her very timely work, and her valuable suggestions and corrections. Copyright 2006 by Zeta. All rights reserved. Rose turned and looked at the red numbers on the clock: six-seventeen a.m. The bedroom was beginning to lighten as the sun rose, heralding the new day a...
I wake up the next morning to the sound of footsteps again, this time more than one. Missy is still asleep, tied to her mattress. The door opens, it pushes me out of the way a little. The two stagemen walk in, and Hank. As I am pushed to the side, my body moves a little with the mattress and I am reminded of the now enormous plug that is holding my asshole o...
"Pet, I want you to clean yourself out well for our meeting tomorrow," he told her on the phone. "Yes Master," she replied. She loved speaking with him and when he gave her a command she was always proud to do what he wanted her to do. She knows what is expected of her. He wants her to give herself an enema to make sure her rectum is clean for him to pla...
Being hard up for money can make people do desperate and frightening things. I was in need a couple of months ago and decided to find a way to make some fast cash. My girlfriend told me she knew to somebody who wanted a mistress for his wife and himself to share. The man (I later knew as Steve) was willing to give $500 to a woman who had no limits but yet s...
I work at a small networking and computer company in Texas. We all have to supply our own laptops to use while we work. We hook up to the Internet through whatever network we happen to be working on at the time. I keep a Yahoo account on my laptop to explore my wilder side. One evening I was at the office and my boss asked to borrow my laptop so that he coul...