Nervous, little slut? Of course you are. It's your first day at Mistress K's Slutschool and you have so much to learn to even hope to catch up with the bigger, stronger, more experienced boysluts. Well, luckily for you, it's my job to teach little sluts like you how to behave. How to show proper subservience to your betters. Take a seat on that stool there...
If you read the first story, I finally got my wife to take her reluctant exhibitionism to the next level. Getting her to be more of a slut has been a dream of mine for a very long time. I can't remember ever being this horny. My wife going around, showing her stuff, and actually knowing that she was being watched while we fucked! Damn, she made a lot of cock...
This is the true story of my first real sexual experience. You see I am an unrepentant bisexual and I think part of me has always known this. I am not the sort of bisexual guy that insists that monogamy is desirable or even possible. I need to be with both men and women. That being said I do prefer to have a strong relationship with at least one person who s...
The Mistress strode out of the living room. The guests started to rise and follow her lead. Mistress Allison got up from her seat, wrapped her arm around her daughter's shoulders, and escorted her through to the dining room. Ethan stared at them both – thoroughly entranced. He'd already fallen for Allison, and her daughter – or whom he presumed was her daugh...
When Colin woke up the next morning, Michelle was still asleep, which was not surprising, given the state she was in last night. He had taken a shower, and was dressed for work when she sat up, rubbing her eyes. "Good morning, hon," he said cheerfully. She squinted at him through sleepy eyes. "What happened last night?" she asked. "You got home at 1:00 in...
I am one of several slaves my Mistress Marisa keeps in her household. I am completely owned as are the other slaves that serve her. These episodes are written with her permission. It is my, our story... ******************************** I'm restrained over the whipping horse so tightly that I can't move an inch in any direction. My wrists and ankles stretch...
"Are you sure this is a good idea? I mean, you don't even know when these people get home." "Harry, will you stop being so fucking scared of everything!" "Well, I apologize for thinking ahead and planning for what happens in case we get caught, Mal! It'd be way more planning than you seemed to do for this break-in. Maybe if you spent less time on dick and...
Devonshire Street is nestled in a quiet suburban area of Lancashire. It contains an almost identical series of modest semi detached houses, painted in a conforming range of non flamboyant colours. It's residents are middle class, hard working families and the odd ageing pensioner. Living together peacefully apart from the odd argument over loud children or c...
1. James Thomas had always lived in the close. He had always walked past the big house on the corner, set back further than its neighbours, with high fences and dark blinds. He had always wondered who could live in such a fearsome place. The occupant was said to have an aristocratic heritage, to keep her husband in service, to only leave her property under...
This story takes place in a world were sexual slavery is a common, public right to the wealthy. All characters 18 or above. Please leave kind, constructive comments and vote. Much love! xxx ***** Preview Sagi was one of the wealthiest lords in Arodesa. He was the epitome of attractive with dark, almost black, locks of hair, tan skin covered in muscle and...