This is a fictional story about degrading a woman called Autumn. * Autumn is a bisexual, 24-year-old American girl with big F-cup tits, working in the UK. She's very smart and permanently horny but is frustrated that her darkest desires are never fulfilled. She dreams of being humiliated and degraded, both emotionally and physically. Being used like a piec...
Sunday morning arrived, and I was conscious that I was in bed on my own. I was in that half-asleep / half-awake mode, and although I thought about getting up, I didn't. It must have been a good half hour later when Helen gave me a gentle shake and placed a mug of tea on the table at my side of the bed. It became apparent that she had 3 mugs, and she gave Sam...
I've only know Dave for about a month now, and every day he calls me to talk about everything from cooking to sex. His Cajun accent fuels many of my masturbation fantasies. On this particular night, I was already turned on, and excited and was about to reach for my toy when the phone rang around midnight. "Hello." "Hi what are you doing right now?" Oh my...
Officially, we don't exist. That's what conventional wisdom tells us. If you were to type the words "Black Cuckolds" on Google, all you'd get are references to the standard-issue Cuckolding, which typically involves a big Black guy fucking a White woman while her husband or boyfriend, also White, watches. Nothing wrong with that if that's what moves you. My...
Simon staggered in for work the day after the slave auction, his body stiff and sore. Mr Berne and the others in the post room were shocked to see the sissy's bruised and lacerated buttocks. Barry's stiff cock betrayed his feelings; whipping and torture excited him. His sadistic nature relished the thought of thrashing Sissy senseless. Sissy was his fuck t...
I tried to ignore my lingering headache and focus my attention at the task at hand. Following my usual morning routine, I was making the final adjustments to the large butt plug that would work Mandy's veteran asshole for the rest of the day. Mandy was my personal secretary. She was a cute, mousy, little blond in her early 30's. You know the type: Bubbly per...
It was the big going away party for Topanga's best friend Angela, and she was not enjoying herself at all. She was going to miss this beautiful woman who she had shared so many secrets with, and so she was drinking rather a lot that night. As the evening went on she found herself looking at Angela in a whole new way as she began to get turned on by her best...
He kept his eyes downcast, following the stiletto heels of his mistress as she strode before him. His breathing quickening with each step, unsure of what new delight or punishment awaited him at the end of the hallway. Like a good slave, he knew better than to question his owner. They entered a room at long last, the light dimmer than the harsh fluorescent...
[Author's Note: A bit of a post-modern lark, this one; or maybe not? The feedback is entirely fictitious. In the real world, comments are still welcome and appreciated.] Alexa drained the last dregs of her morning coffee, almost grateful now to be alive, if not perhaps to be awake, and sat down to check her email. She was greeted with the usual barrage of...
I was working as a trainer and a masseuse at one of the big Vegas hotels, helping guests forget about their losses and their hangovers by at least trying to get them into some sort of shape and soothing their tense muscles. I had one guy who'd regularly come down to work out at the health club whom I liked, and soon he and I got to talking. Tom was a deale...