This story is the property of the author. It is not to be changed in any way, nor published or shown at other web sites without the permission of the author. Please provide feedback, if you choose. All comments appreciated. * * * * * (Mistress Calista is twenty-five, has dark brown hair, green eyes, is five feet four inches tall, weighs one hundred twent...
This story is 100% pure fantasy. None of it ever happened. If you are offended by stories of a mature nature containing references to bondage and humiliation, please do not read. This is fiction!! ***** I had been chatting with a new online mistress for a number of months and during that time she had me buying all kinds of sexy woman's cloths, new sex toy...
I had received a call from my mistress on Sunday evening. She made the message simple. I was to be fully shaved from neck below. She had me buy leather collars and cuffs from a local kink store. I came back home early from work. I got completely naked, cleaned myself up, slipped on my collar and cuffs and waited on my hands and knees in front of the door....
The mistress sat upon her chair seductively gazing down upon the two individuals before her. She was 5'10" and about 140lbs. in her mid-twenties with long flowing brunette hair and supple breasts. Her gaze fell upon a pair of 18 year olds in a dimly lit open room that resembled a warm basement somewhere lost in the suburbs. One of them was a very petite girl...
Gladys led Bev up the stairs and asked for a tour of the upstairs. Bev was happy to show her the house. It was something that she was proud of. She had worked hard on the house over the years and it was considered to be the home that she built. She gave Gladys a quick tour and then Gladys said. "Which is the Master Suite?" Bev led her down the corridor to...
The first Sunday of every month sees me playing the part of my wife's slave. Usually it lasts about an hour and then we both go back to our normal roles, completely sated. But this Sunday was different. It marked our fifteenth wedding anniversary and my wife had decided to take things a bit further. My wife stood over me, bending forward slightly and reachi...
I awake lying on the floor next to my bed, my balls, and cock still aching from yesterday’s events with Mistress, My asshole still very raw and sore, from her use of it. A smile creeps across my face, as I replay the events in my mind. Remembering how Mistress, made me her own, by way of abusing my most sensitive body parts. I hear Mistress stir in my bed, a...
My wife, Debi, had not always been a disciplinarian. Early in our marriage, I had begged her to spank me. If I could have found any reason to make her furious enough to get out the leather and go to work on my behind, I would have done it in no time flat. "I don't know, Raymond. That's really not for me." "Oh, c'mon, Debi. Just pretend I'm your son and I d...
"I had so many questions. Some I may find out. Some I won't. Why me? Where am I? What do I have to do to get to the main dungeon rooms? Where do the dominatrixes sleep? What are they going to do to me? Will I survive? Who was driving the van these women got out of? Will my life ever be the same again?" These were the questions that I had 5 months prior. Back...
Note from the Author: As ever, I would like to take a moment to thank everyone that has been reading along with Abby's adventures. All of the comments, and private messages, are really encouraging. Please don't hesitate to comment or send me a mail. I always try and respond to each of them. Once again, I want to say thank you to Garth, for taking the time...