It started as these things usually start, a text message from my Mistress telling me to expect a package and to prepare myself. You think back on the previous packages and the events that followed. The pencil skirt and business attire and the business meeting that followed – actually, it was not the meeting that you think of, but being bent over the conferen...
This is a sequel to my previously posted story School Foot Daze. I'd had the original idea for it not long after that story was written, but decided to wait until it was closer to Halloween to write and share it. And I'm glad I did, as the story is much better than it would've been with the original idea I'd had for it. Enjoy! ****************** "Trick or...
The grey early morning light steals across her sleeping limbs. She stirs, stretches slowly and feels the soft lightness of the duvet shift against her naked form. She kicks it back and lets the cool air caress her skin. She smiles as she remembers her lover and the pleasures they shared last time they were together. She can still smell his delicious scent...
Author's note: The second half of this story was actually written first, and it was done in collaboration with a submissive male "ghost writer". It provides a male perspective on sensual female domination and prick teasing with a focus on his spike-heeled boot fetish. After working on the story with him, I thought it would be fun to add a little introductio...
Gerd had turned the lights off on leaving the dungeon and I was now left tightly bound by his ropes and totally unable to move. I had time to reconsider the wisdom of my decision to burgle Marsh Farm. Many thoughts now ran through my head. What if his intention was never to release me? There really was absolutely nothing that I could do to influence this and...
Marsha Durant took a step back and inspected her ponyboy. He had to look exactly right. There must be no blemishes, no imperfections to mar the impression they would make together. She turned her head to one side. She had chosen well when she acquired him the previous autumn. Eighteen years old, with fair hair, green eyes, lightly tanned flawless skin and co...
Clothes, my darlings, are very important for a bitch. Clothes control the cock, after all, and not just your own. It's why I love shopping. Sex and shopping. Shopping for sex. And if you're me, you know that sometimes, on your best days, you can have sex while shopping. I have had some of my best fucks in stores. Tongues that darted into my cunt. Mouths tha...
Nobody ever wants to work late. When it really gets down to it, we would all rather be somewhere else, anywhere else, than be at the office after hours. Yet, here he was. All of his coworkers had scurried home hours ago but he was still here sorting out the last of his paperwork, preparing for a filing. The attorney that he was assigned to had stayed with hi...
I was 18 when I first had sex with a man. This is the story.... I am a very hot looking guy. I say that knowing that some may consider me vain, or arrogant, but over the years I have had so many women and men tell me how fine I am, that I know it is true. I am 35, blond and blue eyed, 6'1," 180lbs, with a tan athletic body and a 7" beautiful cock. I have be...
She had warned him on several occasions that if he did not satisfy her sexual needs then she would begin looking elsewhere. He had shrugged it off as idle threats until one day she called him into their home office and told him she was going out tomorrow night to meet someone who she hoped would satisfy her. He said ok still not believing her. The next eveni...