I arrived home that night at 10:43PM. I had been out at a local bar visiting with a friend who was celebrating his birthday and the launch of an exciting new business venture. I walked inside with a smile on my face, excited to be home. "Magen, I'm home!" I greeted her with. "Welcome home Alex, I'm glad you're back safely. However," she said with a look of...
This is a standalone story for Halloween. I have left room for a potential second part, should I get enough requests. Let me know what you think in the comments. ***** "No, there's no way" I told my friend. "She is not staring at me." "I'm serious, she's eyeing you up." I glanced across the bar to see if this was true. Much to my surprise, the stunning,...
Please note that this and my other works are mainly fantasy and should not be read by those not into heavy BDSM. This is the first of the new "slave william and slave michelle" adventures. Some scenes are close to reality that I have experienced and all are others are ones that I would like to experience first hand. If you dislike my writings, please be matu...
He glanced down at the watch on his wrist. 8:52pm. He'd made the phone call earlier on, she was late. It worried him when she was late, although he never knew why; she was never consistent with these sorts of things. It was raining heavily, enough to rattle against the glass in the windows. The door bell rang. "At last!" he thought to himself as he headed f...
Part 5 – Conditioning of a Toilet Slave Now Mistress Eva was in proper Mistress uniform. Black, thigh-high leather boots with laces running all the way up the front. Wide, black fishnets peeked out the top of the boots, pulled up by black leather suspenders attached to a red garter belt. She untied them momentarily and removed her black, leather panties. Up...
Chapter Three: My sissy maid lifestyle becomes more set in reality. Morning comes and I carry on my new sissy morning ways, shower, shave, makeup and dress up in my maids dress, this morning a pink satin one over pink pantyhose and pink patent 5 inch spike heel pumps. I dutifully prepare breakfast for my Mistress Helen and get a bowl plain porridge for myse...
Molly made her way to her apartment block elevator and pressed the up button. Once the doors were fully open she pressed level 8. While she waited for the doors to close she checked her reflection in the mirror. She was a petite young woman of 24, only 5ft2in and slender with pert little breasts. Her blonde hair was long and usually worn in a ponytail. She t...
My story actually begins with a ballet teacher named Ms. Mixon. I was never interested in ballet, however my mother insisted that I learn, so she sent me to classes for six years. My mother hoped that; if she forced me to go; eventually I would learn to love the ballet. It was a bold plan, but one that failed. After six years of stretching, foot positions,...
"You can definitely do better than that," Mistress Mariam Tilahun said haughtily as she looked down at her latest submissive. The bodacious Ethiopian Muslim dominatrix stood five-foot-eleven, curvy and sexy, with medium brown skin, and a sturdy build. Her slightly angular, continuously animated and quite pretty face was framed by a dark blue Hijab, and her l...
Her Master walked swiftly over to where z dangled by her ankles, the rope through the ceiling ring holding her ass up off the mattress, although her head and shoulders rested upon it. Without another word, he pulled his leather belt free from the loops around his waist as z's pupils dilated and Molly cringed. His belt whistled and snapped, that sound blendin...