I am one of several slaves my Mistress Marisa keeps in her household. I am completely owned as are the other slaves that serve her. These episodes are written with her permission. It is my, our story... ******************************** "What were you thinking, baby doll?" Bending forward as you sit on the stool behind me, you run your index finger up ove...
You sigh as you walk down the street, heading to your family's store. For four generations, your family has run 1 of the world's most prestigious auction houses. While there were many auction locations, there's also a storefront in downtown New York. You had wanted to get away from the family business, majoring in journalism at Columbia. However, after your...
My boyfriend Tom has a bit of a cuckold fetish. At first, he started getting turned on when I would talk about my sexual experiences with past lovers. Then he began to encourage me to make up stories about sexual encounters with other guys as part of our foreplay. But it was all just talk, until last weekend. Tom plays guitar in a rock band. The band's "chi...
I am one of several slaves my Mistress Marisa keeps in her household. I am completely owned as are the other slaves that serve her. These episodes are written with her permission. It is my, our story... ******************************** As I enter your bedroom I see the box on your bedside table. THE box. My face flushes. You are at your makeup table, che...
Why am I standing here in the rain, soggy paper bags in hand, and afraid to knock on the door? I wonder. My mind wanders back, reliving the events that led to my being here. It all started about 7 months ago... * * * * After a long and trying day, I had asked my sister-in-law, Jen, to surprise me with a drink out on the screened-in-porch. (Among the many...
(a Blanke Schande story by donnylaja) * I love combing Lisette's hair in the quad. It's a thing we do every day after lunch. She lies on her back on one of the concrete tables, bends her knees, and lets them fall to the side, giving me a clear view of her beautiful forest of auburn curls. I do it nice and slow, using the soft brush and then the long-handl...
I am one of several slaves my Mistress Marisa keeps in her household. I am completely owned as are the other slaves that serve her. These episodes are written with her permission. It is my, our story... ******************************** "Please Mistress, please...so sorry, I had to go so bad, couldn't get you on the phone, couldn't hold it, couldn't, please...
The next morning, Victoria was awakened by a knock on her hotel door. She reached over and looked at the clock sitting beside the bed on the night table - 7:30 am. Wondering who it could be at this hour, she reached for her silk wrap and shuffled for her slippers. Not finding them, she took one last look under the bed and hurried to the door barefoot as anot...
When I woke up the following morning I felt as if the whole thin last night was a dream. Though the strange, slightly sore feeling I had between my legs assured me it was real. I had a mix of feels, both bad for cheating, and no regrets for having enjoyed it so much. On top of actually having sex with William last night I even had a dream about having sex wi...
Marissa is Insatiable Marissa's Tales: Chapter 2 This and my other "Faeophobia" stories are based on the "Faeophobia" world created by xxxecil. Marissa was naked save for her long, fingerless opera gloves. Nevertheless, wielding her ancestor's dwarven battleaxe, she did not feel vulnerable. She crept toward the disturbance she had heard in her bedroom. Sh...