We all have a purpose in this life. Mine was to serve a dominant white mistress. My name is Michelle Haverhill and I’m a six-foot-tall, busty and big-bottomed, kind of chubby and extremely dark-skinned black woman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I was once a high-powered attorney working for one of the big law firms in Boston. I walked away fr...
In Chapter One, Walter met his summer neighbors at Pond Cove, a secluded area surrounded by a government nature preserve. By the end of the day, he had lost his clothes, his pride, and his virginity. In Chapter Two, Walter continues telling the story of his Summer at Pond Cove. He finds out for certain that he is a pain slut, and is officially given the nam...
Author's note: Fiction. Gregg finds his life upended after a difficult breakup, and finds it leading him to an entirely new kind of household. I wonder what would have happened if I had never confessed. At the time life seemed good. I had settled down with Alison and even proposed marriage. When I proposed we had agreed to wait before we set a date. This...
My Mistress loves to be a tease. She knows I have a strong foot fetish and She uses that to Her advantage quite often in our day-to-day life. She doesn't wear fetish gear, but She does wear things I like such as leggings to show off her ankles and moccasins that give me a glimpse of the top of Her foot while hiding the pedicure She always has from me. So whe...
My Mistress had to leave for work. She left me in my pink thong which she chose for me to wear. I couldn't help but be excited every single time the fabric brushed against the head of my cock. I was instructed by my Mistress that touching myself was allowed but jerking off was not allowed, and until the cock cage arrived I was on the honor system. I rubbed a...
I walked up to room 714, my girlfriend's dorm room, after spending the past five minutes convincing a girl outside that I was in no way a threat to anyone, or their things. After the two and a half hour drive I had just finished, I was exhausted and had barely been able to stay civil with the insufferably long winded girl; barely affected by the five hour en...
Author's Note: Fiction. Gregg is accepted in a way he never thought possible. This time, in spite of my sore ass, I slept well. The next morning Miss Becky took me to work herself. She slipped me a phone number just before I got out of the car. "Call me on that number if you have to stay late at work. It's my cell," she said. "If you do not call me I will e...
"Open your fucking mouth!" the sensually cruel Mistress Persephone demanded, shoving Her precious toes deep into my gaping mouth. "Lick them clean, it's punishment time," She ordered, alternating between slapping my face and forcing Her sexy feet deep down my throat. My cheeks stung from Her leather gloves, adding to the intense sensations as I orally worshi...
Luggage, carts, coats, newspapers, books, laptops and people. Lots of them. With visibility below minimums, Air Traffic Control was rerouting all incoming traffic and holding all departing flights. But there was still hope for those who were traveling and those awaiting incoming flights. And so, they waited. The people-watcher had no difficulty sorting o...
It was a rainy Sunday night. Mistress had everything in place for for her house boy. She hurried to light the candles and lay out all of her wares for the evening. Dildo, strap on, massager, oil free candles, ice, clothes pins and her favorite, the paddle. Stevie knocked gently three times as he was instructed to do. Mistress led him into her foyer and gree...