"Ding!" Adam quickly checked his email. He used to jokingly refer to his phone as his electronic leash. Until his wife had transformed into Mistress Kristen, he never knew how accurate that term was. The email was not from Kristen however. This was from her new friend, Mistress Katie. "Pig, it is time for me to collect on My bet. Tonight you are my prisone...
Thanks once more to 12yknot for proofreading and editing suggestions. ***** I had to read the e-mail from the Economics Department again, just to make sure I understood. "You are now ready for your fifth and possibly, your final level of Training. Be at 734 Elm Street promptly at 7 PM on Friday. Eat lightly, dress casually, and continue to take your bl...
Bella sits in the chair in the hallway, waiting for her Mistress to come home. Having finally gotten everything ordered and in place, she's ready to turn the tables on her harsh Mistress Miaya. She's wearing a pair of black leather pants that look as if they were painted on her. She loves how they show her lovely legs off, and decided to wear them in defianc...
Sunday morning and I'm doing my chores while my lovely boob mistress rests in bed after a good night at the disco with her friends. I bring her the breakfast in bed. "Oh good morning honey, thank you! You are so sweet my cuckold!" "It's a pleasure for me to serve you boob mistress." "I know pet! Oh I had such a wonderful night yesterday! That see throug...
Chapter 1 I can remember it as if it were yesterday. The day had finally arrived. I was about to meet my Mistress for the first time. The months had dragged on endlessly while I had corresponded with Mistress Catherine regarding my suitability to serve her and become a permanent addition to her stable of slaves. I sat in the lounge of the Biltmore Hotel,...
So much had happened in the last twenty-four hours that Jenny was glad just to sit for a moment. The hard wooden bench was uncomfortable but Jenny didn’t care she just wanted to rest. Her legs were aching her arms were scratched and bruised, her eye blackened and her lip was cut. She sat her eyes closed her head back against the cold concrete wall. For a cou...
Author's note~ This story was written as a custom fantasy for a fan, and created through a merging of both his fantasies and My style of writing. I have been granted permission by the "star" of this story to post it here on Lit. Because this fantasy was written solely for the fan intended, I have turned off the voting feature as I feel the success of My work...
I did not sleep well after my 'date' with Erika (WVC Ch.16: The Blue Goose). The e-mail waiting for me the next morning Thursday, March 26th was from the Economics Department. "You are now ready for your first level of Training. On Saturday, be at 734 Elm Street promptly at 7 PM, and as before, eat lightly and dress casually. Continue to take your blue diam...
Warning: This story contains graphic scenes depicting humiliation and pain. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coinciden...
Five years ago Bruce started his cleaning business. He started with 3 employees and had grown to 20. When he started his plan was to do businesses and offices, so he placed ads in the paper and on a few bulletin boards to promote himself. His first call needed 2 people for an office and then came a call that was to be his dream come true. Over the years his...