Casablanca in the thirties was a cosmopolitan sprawl of adventurers and chancers from all corners of the planet; its Wild West feel drew many into its seedy society. The political climate to the north, mirrored by the eternal African turmoil to the south, only served to colour its atmosphere; generating business for the myriad of nightclub owners. A welcome...
When I was allowed downstairs after my shower the next day, Blanche had me accompany her to the downstairs toilet where she had me lick her clean after she had had her pee after coffee. As I gratefully licked the salty golden droplets from her mature folds, having been allowed to watch her piss, she told me with much enthusiasm how she and some of her friend...
He had remained a bachelor, blaming the rigours of his working life which had often seen him travel to the corners of the British empire on business as the reason for not taking a wife, in response to those who cared to ask. The real reason for Henry Trent remaining single at nearly 50 - he being a more than reasonably well off Victorian gentleman, fit and a...
He had seen her before, there at the department store, and he had given her more than a fleeting glance as he bought a newspaper on finishing his coffee before work at the store near where he worked. She had had an immediate impact on him as she strutted past, mature, attractive and so confident. Their eyes had met as she left the store, a prim smile giving...
When I began my Domme journey years ago, I wrote a how-to story about dominating a man. Since then, I've discovered I specifically prefer sensual domination while inflicting little to no pain. That isn't always what people think of with D/s, so I wanted to write another how-to about this type of dominance. I've explored my dominant side through reading, writ...
Victoria took great pleasure in preparing for the club; her pussy tingling and swelling sweetly as she felt the soft black leather on her legs on slipping the tight leggings on. Tonight she would wear a black silk top and black stilettos and carry a short whip which was attached to her shoulder bag; she had chosen not to look too extreme on her first night,...
"You can definitely do better than that," Mistress Mariam Tilahun said haughtily as she looked down at her latest submissive. The bodacious Ethiopian Muslim dominatrix stood five-foot-eleven, curvy and sexy, with medium brown skin, and a sturdy build. Her slightly angular, continuously animated and quite pretty face was framed by a dark blue Hijab, and her l...
In all of my previous writing I've told largely biographical tales, although, I do admit that I sometimes embellished the truth a little, and I always telescoped time frames, otherwise my readers would have died of boredom! In the tale I'm about to relate, however, the whole thing is complete fantasy, developed from some thoughts I had when I was driving bac...
Nobody knows why but for some reason the birth rate of females began to decline. It got so bad that mankind was threatened by the decline of females. The Governments of the world tried to force women to have multiple children but that barley helped, and then passed many laws that let men basically fuck women whenever and wherever they want in hopes to increa...
Introduction The purpose of this essay is to describe a series of rituals a submissive or slave passes through to reach a state of complete servitude. It originated in a post I made to the thread in the BDSM bulletin board on Femdom, Tantra Ritual and Kali started on 20/03/2009 (click here to see thread). This thread started with an invitation to discuss a...