So here I was, laying in my bed, under the sheets and in probably the worst pain I had felt since I broke my right arm, playing hockey in the 8th grade. Sun light shone through my window, birds chirping outside. It was a beautiful warm summer day, and I wasn't planning on getting out of bed at all any time soon. I had even called in sick at my work... hell...
Mark stood staring at his bathroom mirror. He looked at his phone: 6:00 pm. He needed to leave soon to get the sushi and arrive by 7 pm. He had found an old pair of shorts to wear: one size tighter than usual. The shorts clung to his ass and showed his round cheeks. He bent over and looked back over his shoulder at the image in the mirror. Tight, he thought,...
Note: This is the fifteenth episode in a series entitled "Roxanne and Willie". If you have not read the previous fourteen episodes of this series, I encourage you to do so before beginning this chapter. This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recom...
Throughout my fifty-plus years on the planet I've always harbored submissive thoughts and tendencies, but never really had the nerve or the opportunity to act on them. The time, place or partner never quite worked out properly for me to do so. In many ways I suppose I fit the quintessential profile - in charge during the day, but secretly desiring to just s...
The trip to the Lodge lasted about four hours where they arrived there by 14:00. Don drove most of the way spelled by Marg. The four sex slaves Daisy, Lee, Jackie, and Diana sat in the back of the van, trying to get at much rest as they could. The lodge according to Marg was owned by a cooperative composed of friends, all sex slave owning masters and mistres...
Authors' Note: We want to thank everyone for their patience as we continue to write Kennice and Cyrus' story. * Deep within the forest Rhys panted with exhaustion, sweat and blood dripping from his body from cuts and bruises. The battering Nyelene had been giving him as part of his training was wearing him down rapidly. He had at first tried to block one o...
After receiving a cloned body I immigrated 127 Light Years from Earth to Free Skyes. Unfortunately I had to work and pay for that cloned body and I had very few skills a high tech society could use. So it was either I become an Unskilled Labourer or a Sex Slave. I guess Human Recourses had figured out pretty good. All those years in BDSM chat-rooms and websi...
Exams were, well, exams. Until I sat on the desk and started to write, my hands were clammy and my nerves all over the place. But the moment the tip of my pen touched the sheet for the first time, all that faded away and was replaced by a manic drive to squeeze as many words as I could onto the paper. Time flew by, and before I knew it, it was evening again...
And so Dennis rambled outside, a borrowed coat keeping him warm on this wet day, his hair dripping on the oiled fabric, his spirits lifting with the renewed realization he was free! He actually ran for a while, finding it easier than he expected, and totally exhilarated he walked on, sticking to the path faithfully, hope for the future taking over from his...
"I'm sending you to Phoenix, Arizona," my boss announced. At first, I didn't think he could possibly be talking to me. "Sir?" "You heard me. There's a conference in Phoenix, and I want you to attend it... It's training to become management." I still didn't think I was hearing him right. "Sir?" He sighed deeply, as if he didn't want to admit this out...