This is inspired by a real life experience, meeting my mistress. She asked me to write about our meeting and so I did. The evening is getting darker and the first drops of rain hit the car windows as I arrive and park my car in front of the house. I glance at the clock, it is still seven minutes to the agreed time. Turning off the ignition, silence sudden...
Velvet's Story, Part 4: Absolute Submission and a New Personality Neither of us needed a reminder that out Mistress would soon be home, or that we'd better be ready when she did arrive. The consequences of our not being prepared to open the door as she climbed the few entrance steps were only to well ingrained in us. How things have changed since I was my...
A long hallway was revealed, beautifully tiled in black and white tiles and with burnished wooden doors leading off either side. To one side, a marble staircase rose towards the upper floor, flanked by a black wrought iron banister topped with a smooth wooden rail. Sue entered, tugging a very reluctant Kristy behind her and handing both the cape and her own...
Authors note: This story is an immediate sequel to my first story "Carol's Christmas". The events of this story deal with the younger man named Marcus who Mrs. Carson initiated into the mysteries of sex and submission in "Carol's Christmas". * Marcus was sweating bullets as he rang the door. He burned for Mrs. Carson...Mistress Carol...and needed to be wi...
The night passed slowly as my fitful sleep was interrupted by cramps in my legs and hips. Each time I attempted to move to relieve the pain, the cinch around my balls would remind me of my mistake. My legs and hips were in desperate need of an opportunity to stretch out for relief, but the folded leg position would not allow it--the pain was almost constant...
The man known as Stavros DarKoven walked into the Golden Keg tavern in the Dwarven District of Stormwind, and retrieved his room key from the innkeeper, who had kept it for him while he did some exploring. His long black hair gleamed wetly; he had returned from one of the bath houses, where he had been soaked, shaved massaged, and finally eaten a light break...
Copyright 2008 - All rights reserved. This material maybe not be reprinted or posted on any other internet site without the expressed written consent of the author. * Judge Reynolds looked down from his seat on the high rostrum and sighed almost inaudibly as the defense lawyer droned on about how his drug dealing client's rights were violated and therefo...
Kathy was hosting a party, several of the ladies of the neighborhood were there, including me. Most of the girls were dressed casually in jeans or shorts and casual tops. Kathy and I were wearing dresses with hose and heels, we each had a scarf around our neck and our dresses were short skirted but not minis. I was passing around a tray of snacks and Kathy...
The women I find most attractive invariably make me function as their submissive. That's the way it is, don't ask why. If you need word pictures, here they are: I'm naked and on my knees before them, I perform humiliating chores at their command, I suffer punishment at their hands, I lick and kiss their footwear (and their feet) and whatever else they want l...
Mistress Ursula sat in her high backed throne. As usual she looked aloof, serene, confident, perfect. She was wearing black patent leather knee-high boots with polished steel 5-inch spike heels. A close observer would have detected a slight discolouration near the tip of those heels. Clearly the slave had inadequately washed his own blood from them with his...