Ellie dressed excitedly. Mistress Joules never held parties and to be invited; her heart fluttered. Mistress had asked her to arrive early, to help her with the decorations. The though of doing some work filled her with dread so she focused on the fun parts. She wondered who would be there, what the food would be like, thoughts that Mistress might collar her...
Greetings all, I again wish to thank all who have read, voted, and commented on this series. This story is a work of fiction and fantasy. The events depicted did not and should not happen in real life. Any similarities to real persons are strictly coincidental. I also need to state that everyone in this chapter is above the age of 18. I also wish to thank...
Do comply with the law. If your government, in its wisdom, prohibits you from reading this, then do not read it. My advice to you is that you should not read this. It contains graphic portrayals of bad things that people shouldn't do. (WS, Fdom Msub, and I just realized there's no sex) * It was just one of the succession of things my Mistress has trie...
Author's Note: This story contains adult content. Do not read if you are under the age of 18. Additionally, this is not an accurate representation of slavery or non-consensual sex at all, as it exists in a fantasy setting. Non-consensual sex or sexual acts and sex slavery in real life is highly immoral and illegal. All characters in this story are above the...
The email certainly got my attention. "Hey cocksucker. I've seen what a cock slut you are, so you're getting a special invitation to our slut soiree." Over the 20 plus years in the scene, I had progressed from playing in the BDSM houses in NYC to almost exclusively booking sessions with independents. Well versed on the receiving end of CBT, bondage, whippi...
When my Mistress and I arrived at the party, other slaves led me to a dressing room. I disrobed, and they chained my wrists together in front of me. The light chain went from the left wrist, around the back of my neck, to my right wrist. The chain was locked at each of my wrists, and around my neck. I couldn’t completely extend my arms. My ankles were chaine...
“You and a guest are cordially invited to attend a formal dinner party at the estate of Charles W. Meeks” Sara Miller could not believe that she had been invited to Mr. Meeks dinner party. She had been a receptionist for McCracken and Meeks for almost five years, but this was the first party that she had been invited to. She thought about who to bring and w...
Not long after Elise and I met I said, "I like being submissive to a strong woman." I told her that if, for example, she wanted a sandwich, all she had to do was tell me. She could say, "make me all sandwich," and I'd make her a sandwich. This was not something Elise would naturally do. A year after we met we moved in together. I realized that even if sh...
I woke up, still warm and curled up next to Mistress. Given the angle of the light in the room, it must be approaching dinner. I yawn, and shift a bit in her arms. She smiles down at me, and pats me gently on the head. "How are you feeling, slave?" she asks. "I am well, thank you for caring for me Mistress," I reply, somewhat lying, as my caged cock is no...
Carrie Franks woke up on a beautiful day to find she couldn't move. Her arms and legs were tied down or something. She opened her eyes and still could not see. There was a mask or blindfold over her eyes. She started to panic and she cried out, "Help me." Then she heard a voice, "Quiet Mrs. Franks. Here, enjoy." Carrie felt a hand on her from her feet al...