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... *********** I hear the female chatter as I come down the hall from your kitchen and main bar area. I have a tray full of margaritas. As I enter the room I...
Note: This story is the fifty-fifth installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous fifty-four episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter. This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I stro...
Victoria silently slid the bolt on the rear gate to open, before pausing and waiting a moment. She smiled as she imagined the scenario had she not bolted the gate and her staid friend had arrived just five minutes earlier; she'd have seen just how merry a widow she had become, and one the gardener was prepared to show his humblest respects for. The thought o...
[This story is not intended as a "slam-bam-thank-you-ma'am" porno tale, a semi-literate effort to recount genital jackhammering (either male to female, or vice versa) in such a way as to set a new Olympic record in the 100-metre dash. Your humble author has no problem with any such story, nor with those who enjoy them. That's all a matter of individual taste...
When the morning arrived, I was gleefully dressed in my drab grey once more by Blanche. I had learned to show no emotion before my mistress for fear of punishment; so was surprised when, stood at the front door as Miranda's hotel shuttle mini-cab arrived, Blanche planted a warm kiss on my lips which had more than a suggestion of affection. She recovered imme...
Something was wrong. Cheryl realised it even as she crawled along submissively behind her Mistress, Lily Allen into the Club. Lily was nervous and jumpy and not at all like the confident, dominant young woman that Cheryl had served now for a couple of months. They cut quite the sight as they moved through the Club. Lily was clad in a form fitting red, leath...
Captain Wyndham was fuming. In the charabanc on the way back to the airfield Monsieur Saunier was all over her. Lady Sally was animated, tipsy from the bottles of champagne she'd quaffed to celebrate her prize. They were chatting and giggling in French, which she could speak fluently. Saunier's hands were everywhere, stroking her bare shoulders, up her thigh...
A polar vortex is nature's wild abandonment to prevail against the vex of restraint gone pale. Born in liberation of amative fruition, the garden of its cosmic delights once knew only the perpetual storm of probing discovery. Opened wide to untamed transitions, the impetus to renew and strengthen it power once grew with life's every hour. While its wintry...
Hi reader, this is Neolime talking. Turns out past me didn't know Literotica's rules and wrote a chapter that really breaks the rules of the site. This is an edited version. ***** 'Did I lock the door?' Nadia thought to herself as her car stormed down the highway, 'it doesn't matter, I have to get to...' her thought abruptly ended as she noticed an incomin...
Jenny sat in the car looking out of the left-hand window. In her hands she was holding onto a twelve-inch rubber dildo that her Auntie Nes had bought her. She wasn't sure what to do with it so she kept it in her lap, at one point in the journey Jenny had taken both of her hands and wrapped them tightly around it before laying it back in her lap. Once the car...