9:30 AM: I awaken as I do every morning...to the soft sounds of classical music and my arms wrapped around my female sub, Sleepy. I don't like to sleep alone. I like to have someone to hold on to...to be my teddy bear...to squeeze and to cuddle. She is soft and warm and naked and I always seem to wake up with my hands clutching her tits or my head nestled be...
"Dear Abby: I will check the laundry thoroughly before putting Her clothes in the wash, to assure that Her whites and Her darks are not mixed together. I sincerely apologize to Ma'am for being so careless with Her wardrobe. Signed, slave Peter" I'd just finished writing the above passage on a yellow, ruled legal pad for the 43rd time. I set the black, Bic b...
Needless to say, I do not own the rights to these characters, this is a not for profit piece of fan fiction and solely the product of my imagination. * * * * * Jeff had no idea how much time had passed. His girlfriend, Trish, had left him hanging upside down from the ceiling in the basement of his own home. His body, severely bound in various rubber and l...
OK, Well after my last email detailing to you all what a slut I had been a couple of weeks ago at the pub with Hubby's friend, my hubby got so aroused by the responses and my eagerness to please, he organised surprise for me.... and as it turns out, "what a surprise!" He had always talked about seeing me used by a group of men, but I never really thought he...
Greetings one and all, I am JT, short for Jon Thomas. I'm over 150 years old. As a mortal I worked for enterprising ladies who sought to sell their most personal and private possession. I would coordinate, facilitate and if necessary intimidate on these ladies behalf. I worked the streets in London England, in Brothels of the old American west, and finally i...
"There you are. Come now, it's time to get started." Again there is something about the tone, commanding, powerful. Not domineering, well perhaps a bit, but not the brusk way a male Dom might talk, but very effective -- you obey without thinking, and follow her. As you reach the front of the room the lights start to dim. While it's mid-afternoon, there are...
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction – alas, there is a very true undertone to it. It is one of my nightmares from the early times, when I gathered my first experiences as a Domme. If you feel easily offended or disturbed by graphic violence do not read further. Besides that there is hardly any reference to sex in this story – so this piece of writing...
It had been, frankly, a rather wretched Friday. It started badly when Mr Jameson, the chief librarian, trapped me (again) in Maritime History (M to R) and practically wrestled me to the floor. When I told him for the umpteenth time that my interests lay in a different direction, he rather breezily replied that he was 'up for soixante neuf if that's what you...
"Are you sure you want to do this?" "Yes! Of course! It will be fun!" Terran had tried to reassure Lenn a countless number of times that he wanted to try it with him, but Lenn could not shake that feeling that It was wrong and twisted. That was perhaps why Terran had chosen to be the victim in the scenario. Moments ago they had gone over the safety procedu...
Author's note: This story has elements of fantasy, non-human, female submissive, abduction, ponygirl, and non-consent/reluctance. There are also mild bondage, punk and catfighting themes. Please do skip it if these elements are unappealing to you. It is a kinda weird, and definitely not for everyone. Please do not read this if you are 18, are not allowe...