It was a lovely morning as the sun crested the horizon at Stedman Farms. Margaret Stedman looked out the main window of the kitchen as she sipped her morning coffee. It was late autumn, but it was still fairly warm out. This time of year it rarely dropped below 70 degrees Fahrenheit and even during the Texas winter, going below 60 was rare. The recent rains...
The e-mail I received on Thursday read from the Anthropology Department read. "You are now ready for your second level of Training. On Saturday April 11th, be at 734 Elm Street promptly at 7 PM for your training session. As before, eat lightly and dress casually. Continue to take your blue diamond shaped pills, both tomorrow and Saturday as well as the reg...
I enter the house and see a white box with a yellow bow interlaced with a neon green one with the word "Slut" written on the attached envelope. Knowing what it means, I open it with trembling hands. "Slut, Wear only what is in the box, and everything in the box. Kneel by the dungeon door and wait. Do not delay, we will be watching. -M and M" Without hesi...
I purchased my first razor strop at a cutlery store at my wife's request. We had read a story in an adult magazine about how effective the razor strop was on bare flesh. I was actually embarrassed going into this cutlery shop not knowing what with the manager was going to say when I purchased the strop. I also decided buy a straight razor thinking that Mistr...
"You disobedient cunt! You stupid, willful, truculent bitch! I can't trust you, can I? I had hopes for you, but yet again you disappoint me. Yet again, you prove yourself unworthy of my trust, unwilling to comply, unable to obey. I'm going to see to it that you'll obey, oh yes, I will," said Mistress Jamie. I'd been caught in the act. Mistress Jamie had ord...
*i was asked by several people for a second chapter, hope to you all enjoy it* Chapter 2: Weeks have passed, months, all in a blur. Pain. Pleasure. Rules, rules, and more rules. Her mind was boggled by all that happened to her since that day she was made into a sex slave to her Master and Mistress. Her old life seemed like a memory of a dream from long ago...
Faisal Waberi sat behind the computer, on an isolated corner of the Carleton University library, and smiled as he typed the words "black femdom," on the search engine. Immediately, all manner of hits popped up, displaying scantily clad women of African descent, some of them holding whips, others stroking phallic objects. Very nice, Faisal thought excitedly....
Teased and denied by my Mistress's Feet My wife always knew I had a foot fetish. She loved the attention I would lavish on her feet, allowing me to provide her with long intimate foot massages when ever she wished, dutifully giving her a pedicure each week, to ensure her toenails were always perfectly painted, and that her soles, heels and toes were soft an...
In less than three hours, she'd gone from being an office temp to holding the whip hand over the company president. A bizarre turn of life-events led Paula -- utilizing her knowledge of certain men's needs to submit and of their fetish-related obsessions -- to turn her life around as she approached her mid-thirties. And now, as she worked the relatively meni...
What would you do if you discovered that someone in your elite BDSM club was about to publish a tell-all book exposing the members? The Executive Club decides that the appropriate thing to do is to punish the author as the entertainment for the Club's annual dinner. This story involves severe spanking, electro-punishment, and humiliation. If that is not you...