Adam satisfied his mistress but was not untied. Instead she teased him that he would earn his freedom by satisfying her a second time. This was a change from the old game they had been accustomed to playing (which would have required a stretch break, or at least a change of position), but Monica was determined to teach him a new game with different rules. T...
In the Sovereignty of Holvsren, young priestesses had the luxury of choice. The aspiring acolyte could become a Guide, who would lead the masses away from dark paths, or a Chieftainess, who would organize the clergy. Occasionally, an ambitious young woman could become a High Priestess, whereupon she would join the council that ruled the nation. But Sachi, a...
WARNING: This is a FANTASY story. It may contain themes of consensual non-consent, slavery, dominance/submission, and/or extreme pain. Please do not try any of this at home. Do not try ANY fantasy with ANYONE unless you've discussed it in detail with them beforehand. Informed consent is fucking mandatory. ***** I left the restroom very happy. That little s...
Disclaimer: This storyline is a fictitious account of a white married couple dealing with a reparations act being passed in a near future America. It will therefore delve into interracial cuckolding. If this is not your interest, please do not read this story and move on to a subject you prefer. For anyone still reading, I hope you will enjoy the following s...
Nazneen discovers the many pleasures of Kira's palace. * Nazneen woke up slowly. She felt perfectly fresh and rested. She stretched out her arms, reminding happily the events of the previous night. The Prince had surpassed himself. His prime objective had been to impregnate her and he had cummed at least three times in her thirsty pussy. As usual, he had b...
A "true" account of femdom, reluctant coerced-bi and (mild)cross-dressing/TV, blackmail, and permanent humiliating service to a very manipulative ex-girlfriend, all leading up to a total reprogramming and gracious acceptance of my destiny. PART 1 So my ex-girlfriend Jessica dumped me recently and said that the only way that she'd even consider taking me ba...
*Wakefulness is a race we cannot not win; Sleep is remorseless as all salvation should be* (Once more, to Frontma for coming through for me) (Yes, this tale is supposed to be somewhat humorous and outrageous too. While not always comedic I'd like to think it is mostly a good-natured romp.) I woke up to every heterosexual teenage boy's second favorite dr...
After receiving a cloned body I immigrated 127 Light Years from Earth to Free Skyes. Unfortunately I had to work and pay for that cloned body and I had very few skills a high tech society could use. So it was either I become an Unskilled Labourer or a Sex Slave. So I guess Human Recourses had me figured out correctly. All those years in BDSM chat-rooms and w...
Three weeks later, Eve came to pick me up from the poledance classes I'd been enrolled in. She watched as I and the other male slaves danced and gyrated, completely on show through the glass-fronted building that housed the academy. Hailey wanted to enter me into some amateur competitions -- I had no hope of winning, but I went along with it happily enough....
Author's note: This is a sequel of Building Reality. It was supposed to be a one of, but many readers asked me to continue this story. I decided to write two sequels. One with good ending and one with dark ending. This one is the darker one. Enjoy! ---------------------- Building Reality : Addiction Tracy's isolation felt like an eternity. After her secon...