This is a story of how I became a sex slave. I met my beautiful wife/mistress of three years in our sophomore year in college. We had two of the same classes together. She was majoring in accounting and I was a business major at a large southeastern university. I was a transfer student and this was my first semester at the university. I was scoping out the g...
We had known each other for a while. Business partners. Through our conversations over the years we had gotten to know each other. Somewhere along the line our conversations became personal, and like happens with many men and women the conversation turned to sex. Through those conversations we discovered that we had more in common than we realized. We are bo...
What would you do if you discovered that someone in your elite BDSM club was about to publish a tell-all book exposing the members? The Executive Club decides that the appropriate thing to do is to punish the author as the entertainment for the Club's annual dinner. This story involves severe spanking, electro-punishment, and humiliation. If that is not you...
Angel hung helpless between the two palms. Her shoulders ached from the inadequate suspension of her body. Her cunt and ass still felt as if they were on fire after her abductors had used her for their own lustful pleasures. ***** The islanders referred to her simply as "Mistress;" nothing more. She was always talked about in hushed whispers if anyone dare...
Author's note: This story doesn't seem to be as popular as some of my others, I don't know why that is particularly... it's a lot more 'real', certainly more 'real' than 'Owned!' or 'Out of Your Hands' which are both quite far-fetched really... It doesn't bother me particularly I'm just interested to know people's opinion and so I really do welcome your feed...
Nat Cameron is the pen name I have chosen for myself. Nat published a novel called Lost and Found in 2014. It is about lovers who share their secret desires with each other. The story you are about to read is set in a future world where adults are legally able to own adult slaves but only in designated regions where there are no children. This is the last...
As I walk into the room, I hear my Mistress talking on the phone with one of Her girlfriends. She is making plans for that night. I'm not sure what Her plans are exactly, but She does raise Her voice a bit when She makes comments about how much She enjoys Her black lovers and how much bigger they are. When She sees me standing there, She looks at me and poin...
I knelt beside the chair of my Mistress. Back straight, head tilled down with downcast eyes as was proper. Every now and then while she spoke to her guests, she would reach out and stroke the top of my head, right between the pig tails and a small smile would on appear on my lips. My makeup had been tastefully applied, no street walker or woman of the night...
Elisha and I clean the table. Well, I bend over to pick up stuff, she just stands there like a table. I see low slaves of all sorts whipped to direct them to clean a spill, put away silverware, polish a scuff on the table from a girl's manacle, mop the floor, all the normal work you'd expect. Girls are let out of the steel sculptures and lick the feet of the...
*This is a true story, and Mistress DeVille is my real Domina* _______________________ I stepped into the room and shivered with anticipation. Mistress DeVille's dungeon was decked out in lush, heavy curtains and beautifully ornate ruby rugs. "Onto your knees, slave," she commanded, in a tone deceptively sweeter than the words coming out. I complied. It...