"Sometimes, I get tired of playing the Bull," Caleb Tully said in that deep, sonorous voice of his as he sat in the office of Dr. Alexandra Moreau in downtown Toronto, Ontario. Pacing back and forth as is his custom in times of excitement or distress, Caleb finally paused, and fixed his almond-shaped brown eyes on the psychiatrist who sat behind the desk, he...
She touched the little box in her pocket and smiled as she paced around the bed in the small room. "And you thought I couldn't squick you out," she cackled, opening the container in her clammy fingers and stood at the foot of the mattress. "We'll see." The two victims quivered on the bed, bound, marked and restrained as she tapped an upturned bright scarlet...
Hollywood is a city of secrets; behind its romantic façade they lie in the shadows awaiting the moment to spring out and wreck the lives of those who hid them. Which means that actresses with unconventional personal lives have to be very, very discreet – especially if they have young children and a reputation for wholesomeness to protect. It wasn't for tha...
I stood naked in front of the assembled audience of my wife, Tanya, four of her friends and my sister-in-law, Vanya. Unlike my first "behaviour modification" session with the big-busted dominatrix Maitresse Yvette, the women were no longer fully clothed, but were wearing an array of sexy lingerie, some more revealing than others but all erection-inducing. T...
Mistress Susan invites Glenn to her dungeon for discipline, punishment, and humiliation. Glenn knew enough about bondage, discipline, punishment, and humiliation to know what he liked and didn't like. Glad that he had put a safe word in place, 'Meow', when things got too rough and he wanted to stop that particular action, Glenn didn't like pain. He never un...
Nabila "Nana" Osman can be considered beautiful by virtually any standard of beauty. Six feet tall, bodacious and curvy, with dark brown skin and long, curly dark hair which she no longer bothers to hide under a Hijab, she is classy, lovely and timeless. Whenever she steps out on a stroll, whether walking around downtown Toronto, or casually roaming the ever...
Sub finds his perfect Dominatrix online. The only problem is that she's his boss. A big man, comfort while sitting for a long period of time had always been elusive. Glenn slept on an expensive mattress, had comfortable seats in his car, an overstuffed, leather recliner with lumbar support in his living room, and sat a on a cushy office chair when sitting i...
Chapter Three: My Saturday Meeting with Kerri. Well another busy but fun week for myself as Mistress Chantel begins to wrap up. It's a bright, sunny Saturday morning about 7:30am. My typical femme routine is to shower, dry off, moisturize with fragrant, moisturizing cream then to shave my face. Luckily for me in recent months I have begun to use a beard ret...
Max hurriedly stripped, slipping into a silky French robe. The loosely-belted wrapper of slippery burgundy draped his shoulders, revealing his sturdy chest and mat of black curls through the V of his robe. He sat solidly ensconced in his red leather armchair: bare feet flat on the carpeted floor, hairy thighs well-parted in the opened robe. For the longest t...
Chapter Five: Monday Morning You look so Fine. About 7:00am and I awake from the sofa bed of Gillian's place. I feel better after sleeping off the fun Sunday night activities with Kerri and friends. I need to wash up and get home to dress for my Monday schedule at my dominatrix studio. I shower and feel refreshed. As I dry off, there is a door knock and Ker...