A story about perverted revenge Pete wasn't your average 19 year old boy. Unlike hanging out with guys and chasing girls Pete enjoyed dressing up in women's high heel boots and wearing sexy feminine leather. He was very much into the whole fetish S&M scene and enjoyed purvey nights at domination clubs and fetish balls. Pete lived with an old lady called S...
Pete was extremely satisfied with what he had done to both James and Marco and he knew neither of them would dare tell any of the other gang members what he put them through out of pride. Neither would risk the humiliation. The next day Pete was all dressed in his leather and boots and enjoyed time at home chatting online to friends and perverts whom he'd se...
It was Friday and I had the day off as holiday, I had already planned to go to my favourite fetish club that night with my friends and I thought buying some new fetish gear was a must because I wanted to treat my self. My name is James and I work in a large insurance firm, my best friend and club buddy is a girl called Carla who I had known for a while now....
Jennifer sat in the coffee house, waiting. Her hands kept touching the cup in front of her or her hair - reflexively adjusting it, stealing glances at herself in the floor to ceiling window by her table. Men walked by with furtive glances. This was new. She got her share of attention – early thirties, slim, pale blue eyes, and shoulder length auburn hair jus...
Leila thought she had contracted a fetish. She worried it was 'abnormal' and searched the internet for answers. She read Wikipedia and other sites to get an inkling where she stood on the scale of 'normal' and was her particular fetish actually one? She got confused, first with the earliest writers on the subject and then with the more famous writers like Fr...
I was looking forward to an evening with Emma, the lovely thigh-booted brunette seductress, whom I had first met at lunchtime that day at the barber shop in Bodling, when I had called in for a haircut and got rather more than I had expected. Emma had revealed that she, like myself, enjoyed various fetishes, including all boots, but especially high ones. We...
I had just had an enjoyable pub meal (and some sexy under-the-table activity) with Emma, the barberess whom I had only met at lunchtime. We had discovered we had a shared interest in boots, leather and bikes among other things, and were keen to get to know each other better, and explore our mutual fetishes further. After our meal we returned to Emma's hous...
There is never time for even kisses once the door is closed and the helmets are unstrapped and off. I know exactly what must happen, there can be no prevarication, no need to dance around it; not with the invisible force flowing between us, around us, inside of us, all through us. Gloves are pulled off and he unbuckles the straps and parts the studs on our l...
Chapter 5 Lydia stood tall & powerful above her boss, Donna Harris, who was on her knees kissing her newly acquired long leather boots. She could see Ms Harris squirming with contempt as she worshipped the boots that had so recently been wrapped around her own feet and legs. 'I think you've had quite enough, for now bitch.' Lydia snapped softly at Ms Harri...
Dynamic servitude: A Master to a Daddy A slave to a son Part two. Cager's slave walks towards the address that The Master provided. Each step he feels his heart flutter, his palms sweaty and a dry taste in his mouth as he feels the nerves creep in the nearer he gets to the address. The app on his phone interrupts his thoughts and says 'Turn right a...