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A Jewish Dominatrix 4 Muslims

by Samuelx on Aug 18, 2017
Fetish

My name is Mary Virginia Rosenthal. I live in the town of Ottawa, Province of Ontario, in Canada's Capital region. I'm five-foot-eleven, kind of chubby but still pretty, with reddish brown hair, light bronze skin and pale brown eyes. My family is a veritable blend of ethnicities. My grandfather Hansel Rosenthal was a Jew from the Heidelberg region of Germany...

The Hogarth Club Ch. 35

by keirakeenorg on Oct 31, 2018
Novels and Novellas

Reggie was in the kitchen with a spam fritter sandwich when Judith was shown in. "You're early, are you keen?" Reggie asked. "Absolutely, I'm hoping you'll let me dominate you when we've finished with the invertebrate." "Invertebrate?" "Yes, the spineless wonder with a matron complex." Reggie poured Judith a cuppa. She delivered it with a folder. "What...

Black Cuckold Academy

by Samuelx on Apr 9, 2019
Interracial Love

"Black cuckolding is definitely a growing trend," Twyla Jackson said to herself, after reading some truly freaky stories online. The six-foot-tall, curvaceous young Black woman got up from her chair and went to look out the window. The suburb of Kanata, Ontario, sprawled before her, and Twyla allowed herself a smile. Things are getting interesting, Twyla tho...

Katie's Weekend in Hamburg Ch. 01

by katjadahl on Sep 12, 2017
BDSM

Katie Thomson looked out of the aeroplane window and saw the city of Hamburg spread out below her. The young English woman was very excited about her weekend trip to Germany's most hedonistic city. The final year of her postgraduate economics degree had proven to be very demanding both in terms of time and energy, and Katie rarely seemed to have a chance to...

Wild College Nights Ch. 01

by Lionheart72 on Sep 15, 2017
BDSM

"I got you a present," Becky said, holding up a thin black band of leather. It took Liz a moment to realize what it was. "A collar?" Liz asked with a sly smile. "Really?" "Yeah... well," Becky stammered slightly, blushing. "Derrick invited us to our first bondage party and it seemed right 'cause... um..." "I'm your sub," Liz purred, leaning her curvy body...

Mistress Monique Of Kenya

by Samuelx on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

I work as a security guard in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Not the most glamorous job in the world, especially for a guy in his late twenties who's close to completing his university studies in the Capital after a long hiatus from the higher education system. The name is Stephenson Jacques, and I'm a big and tall young Black man of Haitian descent with a sto...

Perspectives On Spousal Training

by MISTRESSTRESSA on Sep 16, 2017
BDSM

As a fifty year old career dominatrix, with nearly twenty five years in the business, I am often asked for my opinion on the topic of bondage discipline for wayward wives, or less commonly wayward husbands. Since spousal training is a lucrative and specialized endeavor, I have a vested interest in promoting it. However few prospective clients can afford my...

Small Town

by JukeboxEMCSA on Sep 14, 2017
BDSM

"Small Town" "So..." Betty asked brightly, "what do you think of our little town?" Willow smiled a forced smile, twirled a lock of bright purple hair through her fingers, and said to her sister-in-law in a cheerful tone, "It sure is...um...little, that's for sure." It sounded painfully fake, even to her, and she mentally cringed at the multiple 'sures'. Be...

Ann's Fetish Search Ch. 07

by drdick69 on Jul 20, 2020
Fetish

The time in San Francisco went by quickly. My last stop was Boston. This time, I did not have any time to stop home and see my husband Steve. We spoke to each other almost every day and he was getting lonely. I told him that I only had a month more of my primary research and then I would be home for a couple months putting my paper together. He could have me...

Horse: Mistress Vivian Bk. 01 Ch. 01

by BronnAlice on Sep 15, 2017
BDSM

"Mr. Janus." A female voice whispered. Her voice was the only sensation Mr. Janus had felt in the dark, and it was far away. He was confused but regaining consciousness. "Who are you?" Mr. Janus asked. He was blindfolded, bound to a chair, struggling to find the reason for his immobility. His wrists chaffed against the coarse rope that tied them to his ank...