I just moved into town, and want to check out a new fetish club. I have read about them in magazines. I get there, and there is a bouncer at the door. I show him my identification, and proceed to walk down the stairs. The club is dark inside, and very smoky. It is very crowded. There are men and women milling about. Some people have leather outfits on. Othe...
The car pulled into the parking spot at the base of the Freshman dorm. Teary hugs were exchanged with her parents. They offered to help her take her things up, but with only one suitcase, that proved unnecessary. Eventually settled on a goodbye before she went in. What this meant is that our protagonist, this doe eyed freshman girl was taking her first steps...
Your partner is already waiting for you when you walk into the dungeon. This is your first fetish con, and spending it with your two favorite people has put you over the top. He has been guiding you from experience to experience, and she has been egging you on. You stop, mouth agape. The dungeon inhabits one of the hotels great ball rooms, and it is well st...
Authors Note 'Donna's Ultra-High Heels, Book 2' is a continuation of Book 1 and can be read without reading the first book, although it is highly recommend that Book 1 be read first since it would be helpful in understanding the character development of the main players. I tried to make the transition to Book 2 as seamless as possible by briefly summarizin...
Friday evening I get home from work, put the groceries away that I picked up on my way, kick off my heels. I put some frozen lasagna in the oven, garlic bread in the toaster oven, pour a glass of wine, and go to relax online while dinner cooks. I smile as I select that famous website where people who love bondage and fetish can chat, possibly meet for a dat...
Christmas bonus time means we can take one of our trips to shop for sexy clothes on a weekend break to London. This particular trip turned into a memorable experience for all concerned. My wife loves to dress up for our visits to the city and today was no different. With a short black leather skirt, stockings, calf high black leather boots and a figure hugg...
The back of the limousine was warm and spacious. The black leather bench seats were comfortable and the maroon carpet was soft and inviting beneath her toes. Despite this she was grateful for the cushion she’d brought to kneel on. The trip to the club wasn’t long, but it gave them time to get into character. By the time they were halfway there Mary was kneel...
To the reader: After I'd finished this story, I didn't know where to put it. It contains elements of several Lit categories, and I probably could have put it in any one of them. In the end, I decided to put it in Fetish, although it's very much a Loving Wives tale, as you'll soon see. NOTE: Every word of this is true. (Except for "Every word of this is true...
Yesterday. About 20 years from now in a future you probably won't remember as well as I do. The world has become more of a Gothic Punk world filled with people driven by their own greedy sexual agendas and less observant to the world around them. The midnight blue Lamborghini Diablo I am driving races eastward from an underground genetic research facility k...
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...