He sat as his desk is dark brown hair and hazel eyes. You'd think he was tall, but he wasn't. You'd think that he would be muscular or portly, but he wasn't. If you saw him on the street you would probably ignore him. However, he could mentally manipulate almost every female on the planet. This was an inherited trait from his father going back thousands of y...
You are "kept" in my home as a willing, but servile, girl. Twenty-five now, you first arrived about three years ago. You have learned to be available at my whim, for whatever purpose I may require; many of them, but not all, sexually oriented. One thing I sometimes have you do, is to work under the orders of my house staff, particularly the head maid who d...
I was naked, barefoot, sexually excited and my wrists were bound behind my back. Meanwhile, Mistress Barletta was dressed charcoal-colored tweed and she sat in her chair with the imperious air of a queen presiding over her kingdom. "Has she been processed by Doctor Ponder?" Mistress Barletta asked, and I immediately fell in love with her voice. She spoke wi...
In a quiet part of town, there is a place where someone can go and gamble where the rules are different. It might be very well known, or it's existence and rules might be arcane and secret. It might be a sprawling casino, a hole in the wall gambling den, a race track, or perhaps something else. All that remains constant is one simple fact. When someone goes...
Alyssa moved into the Martin's house the day after her interview, after signing an extensive contract detailing what would be expected of her as both maid and sex partner. Alyssa had hesitated a little when she saw just how detailed the contract was on what she would allow to be done to her body and what she might be expected to participate in. This includ...
FROM CHAPTER #1: While M and her maid Marie were sailing to M's fiancé for M to be married to him, their vessel was captured by pirates. The two of them, and the wife of the captain survived, while the pirates killed all men in the vessel crew. CONTINUATION: M, Marie, and captain's wife were taken to the deck of the vessel, in front of the cheering crowd...
There I was, at the front door of her house, thinking twice before knocking. In my short skirt and tight t-shirt, I was sweating. So excited I was, so close to reaching my fantasy. I knocked on her door. No answer. I knocked again. After a exhilarating wait, she opened the door. She led me into her house. "Take off your shoes here, Sophie, I don't want any...
Many thanks go to Michelle for the initial idea for this short story and to BlueEyed5ftAngel for the time, effort and patience in editing. I hope you enjoy this. Please comment – I may write more…. ======================== Waking up from a good night's sleep, the Mistress of the house smiled contentedly to herself. Her female slave was just where she shoul...
The proud and manly flesh swelled as the young man, in first month of his nineteenth year, rubbed his Peter up and down. In the full bloom of tumescence his member was a testament to Venus herself, carved not out of marble from the quarries of Old Rome, but of flesh. Oh what a glorious feeling it was as images of the female bosom filled his imagination! The...
She whimpers, frantically running her face under the shower, opening her mouth catching water, spitting it out. The foul taste has seeped into her being. She cannot clear it from her nostrils, her sinuses, her mouth, her tongue. She dips her head, her hair down under the showerhead. "Thank god for this short hair," she thinks. She shampoos it out quickly...