Comments welcome; flames cheerfully ignored. ******************** "Click." It was the "click" that hurt the most. Not the "click" as the bedroom door closed behind my wife, Sally, and her lover, but the "click" of her locking the door after she closed it. I will never forget that sound. And I will never forget the other sounds I heard from outside the...
My mistress, Mistress Angela, has commanded me to write this account of how we met and how we live. I have been Mistress Angela's money slave and cuckold for three months now. She moved in with me a little over a month ago. I met Mistress Angela just over a year ago. She was working as a dancer at the Gold Club. My wife had died the year before, and I was l...
Ben had been on a high for the next five hours and twenty nine minutes. He loved that she once again had him locked in chastity and even loved the fact that she'd locked him in the cramped locker. Every time he closed his eyes, he could see her legs and her tight black underwear and in his mind he was kissing her again. He'd slept with many women, but someho...
Later that night they arrived at the restaurant and were shown to a table at the back. Tom had obviously been there before and seemed to know most of the waiting staff. Hannah looked at the attractive guy sitting opposite her. "Did you really like what I did earlier, I mean was I OK?" "It was great, you were great," Tom smiled. "Wasn't it a bit scary fo...
"Okay, ladies, "Melissa announced, "I'm going to chain you together head to tail for one hour. Think you can handle it?" The dares had been escalating and Melissa had just been released from almost two hours locked inside a wooden trunk and she was ready for her revenge. She had spent the last hour begging her flat mates to let her out, but she was now stan...
Jess lay on the cream leather sofa with the afternoon breeze gently blowing in through the open French doors. It was a warm Sunday afternoon and almost all the windows and door were wide open to allow what little breeze there was to blow through the house. Almost all the doors... She was wearing a knitted shoulderless tan top, but she was wearing it as a dr...
I drive a sterilized knitting needle through my son's left nipple. Sowell grimaces, but he is sucking on one of my bloody tampons, and his buttocks hurt from the vicious caning I gave him earlier. I surprise Sowell—when he's coming out of the tub, wet, naked and vulnerable, I charge in with my whippy cane and leave red, bloody streaks all over his slim whit...
F.X. Copeland came to the Deliosse's front door, lugging the massive box, and pressed the doorbell. A moment later, Santiva Deliosse answered. "Oh, good, Cope, you're here. That's the Zero-Wave?" Cope nodded. "Yep, Miz Deliosse. Works like a microwave, but in reverse. It's an innerustin' invention of mine." Cope lugged the box into the house. It was a big b...
Myra has had me, Jack, the one and only, wearing a Confin (chastity device) for three weeks now. She had announced brightly that she'd only have sex with me if I wore it. She'd read about using one in a little porn book passed around between her and her friends. I think they thought it hot and entertaining but only Myra got it into her head to actually liv...
As the first snow of the season started to fall on my small hometown, my sex life started to make a turn just like the seasons. Well, I guess since I've never really had a sex life besides jacking off my little pee-pee, you could say that my sexual freedom was changing. The little box (ironic that it came in such a small box) arrived on a Wednesday and as m...