Disclaimer: I don't own the Dukes of Hazzard, not making any money, just cheap thrills. Warnings: Slash, incest, slave fic, bdsm Rating: FRAO Author: Vinsmouse Summary: A discovery made by Luke leads to a change in the relationship between the Duke boys. His Servant Chapter 1 Luke reached into his drawer for clean socks, cursing when there were none t...
(C) 2006 Rachel Gumm. I welcome feedback. You can e-mail me at the address in my profile. * "I still don't feel any different, master." Jodie sat on the bed, wearing nothing but her collar. Ian rarely permitted her to wear clothes during the evening, except for occasionally ordering her to put on one of the many slutty outfits he'd bought her. She always w...
I left sara with my nephew and his mate overnight, read her account below. Sir and Daisy were going on a Spa night in the Yorkshire Dales. Sir had bought it for her for Christmas. Instead of sending me home, his 18 year old nephew was coming to a Friday night concert in Leeds with a uni friend and so was welcomed to stay by Sir with me looking after them....
Master walked in the front door, flashing me that grin. I was standing at the entrance to the kitchen, hands at my side in just my apron. He went straight to the bedroom without a word, as I returned to my work in the kitchen. Master returned a few minutes later, in a pair of grey sweatpants. I love to follow the lines of his muscles with my fingers, tracin...
Waking up I saw the substance on my cock and balls that the Master had magically bound to me. It was black against my white skin and I needed to pee so badly. I let it go as the substance drank it in like it had my cum when I was fucked. After a moment it glowed and rippled to give me a little pleasure then hardened to hold me in place. The other two slaves...
For my birthday Master gave me instructions to buy two giant muffins and birthday candles. There's nothing quite like having to purchase something so innocuous and suspecting Master has planned something different than just blowing out the candles and eating the muffins. I walked through the store, carefully selecting the birthday candles with the nicest col...
My name is Roger. I am in my mid 40s. I am not what you would call handsome in the classical sense, but my rugged features, with a smile, give me some charm that many women find interesting and if I did not want to, I would not sleep alone very often. On the other hand, nature was generous enough with me and I am well above average regarding my male attribut...
Author's Note - This is the end of the story, and I sincerely hope that everyone who has read it from beginning to end enjoyed it, and that you are happy with how I wrap it up. I thoroughly enjoyed writing it, and might add a couple standalone scenes, so let me know if there is anywhere that I left out a scene you wish I would have written, and I'll see what...
I walk into the room, shutting the heavy oak door behind Me, and turn, a satisfied smile on My face as I see My girls, kneeling, backs straight, eyes cast down, awaiting My arrival. "Good evening, sluts." I growl. "Good evening, Master" you both answer in unison. I cross to the cabinet against the far wall and remove the key from My pocket, unlocking it....
No sooner had my head hit the pillow that night then I was dead asleep and in the middle of yet another erotic dream. I was shackled to a wall, my arms and legs spread. Naked, I was exposed for all the world to see and the cold stone on my ass felt good in contrast with the heat from the torches on the wall. I was nervous, but not scared. I didn't know wha...