Brushing my hand by your head, I feel your hair, the short spikes feel strong like the muscles in your body. Although tough, you yearn to be submissive, for another to guide you in a space you cherish, that wonderful place of oblivion. You wish in your mind wanderings of being pushed to that point, of guarding yourself, your physique, your brain, your pain t...
When the blindfold came off my face I had a little trouble focusing on my surroundings. Being strapped to the horse oriented my head toward the floor and I wasn't sure if I should look up or not. In front of me I could see a pair of high heeled, black leather boots covering Mistress K's legs as far up as my current view allowed. The leather was soft and supp...
Victoria was aroused as never before having witnessed the harsh and permanent treatment of the male; she knew the newly castrated wretch would be looked after, put to good use by one mistress or another and displayed as a novelty, his permanent humiliation assured he would now know and enjoy new life at the hands of women. The crowd applauded as Sylvia Renne...
I was all excited. The emerald green satin evening gown that I had purchased on Bay was just delivered. I had been planning for months to dress up and attend the gala ball at Fantasia Fair, an event held every year at Provincetown, Massachusetts for transgendered persons and cross dressers. I nervously opened the package and hurriedly undressed to try on thi...
This story is fiction and is written for my pleasure and any comments or suggestions that anyone would like to make. Any suggestions through the link below. I adore the feel of leather, rubber, pvc and anything silky so it was no surprise to me that at an early age I liked the feel of certain female clothing. I am a perfectly straight male but my fantasie...
This is the story of how I became a slave to two women at once... I am an attorney in a mid-sized firm in Chicago and my old, but incredible, secretary had just retired and it was time to interview candidates for her replacement. Human Resources sent me the resumes of ten women to look at. I discarded five right off the bat and decided to interview the...
Alain looked at the leather clad slave kneeling at his feet, and then at the long ash on the tip of his cigarette. He leaned forward, and the mouth visible behind the studded black leather training hood opened obediently, and the pink tongue, already stained grey, extended for Alain to flick off the ash once again. Then the tongue with the ash delicately poi...
Lilly arrived at the airport in Baltimore on schedule, her ass still plugged deep by the medium sized butt plug she had dipped in olive oil and slid into her before leaving her East coast home, just as her Master had instructed. The wide, black-lace garter firmly held her black fishnet stockings under the simple black skirt. She could feel her nipples rubbin...
Dynamic servitude: A Master to a Daddy A slave to a son Part two. Cager's slave walks towards the address that The Master provided. Each step he feels his heart flutter, his palms sweaty and a dry taste in his mouth as he feels the nerves creep in the nearer he gets to the address. The app on his phone interrupts his thoughts and says 'Turn right a...
Jessica Walters was walking down the street, heading home after finishing college for the day. As she turned the last corner into her street, she walked by her neighbours front garden. In a daze, she drifted past his front garden fence as she watched him chopping up some logs. In the hot summers day, he had removed his shirt & was sweating. She watched as hi...