I'm jealous of the light, the sounds, the laughter. It's muffled and dim and I only get snippets. For all I know, it could be a simply miserable party. But all the same, I am filled with envy. She's out there, with them. What was it she said? A night away from herself? A night to wear lace instead of leather, to be held down instead of.... No! Try not...
Friday morning cam and I was awakened with an electric shock that ran from my tits to my clit. My eyes flew open to see Miss Maddy and her girlfriend each with one of my nipples in their mouth. Pulling at the rings with their tongue, my high pitched squeal announced I was awake. My clitty tried to get hard but had no place to go. I reached to touch it and co...
Mistress Kathy's Academy of Domination and Submission Chapter 4 "I don't think you'd tell me," said Helga. "Even if I removed your gag, I don't think you'd be truthful about what just happened here between you and your mistress. It's just as well that I'm leaving your gag in place." He offered no resistance. He couldn't. His back was against the post of t...
“Succulent,” he whispered the word into angel’s ear. She turned and looked deep into his green flashing eyes. It was the Cowboy. It had to be him, the man she had come so far to met. The man she knew would fulfill her every desire. The one who had stolen her heart over the Internet over a year ago. This party was their first chance to be together. The firs...
"You lucked out when you came to me, Khaled, I am a unicorn, my dear, a black Muslim dominatrix who actually likes to cuckold black Muslim men," Amjad Mohamedou/Mistress Amjad said with a smirk, as she snapped the chastity device on Khaled Diouf's big ole Senegalese dick. Time for this foreign stud to find out exactly how strong and absolutely dominant the b...
I was driving home the morning after my Manhattan Challenge, ostensibly because I'd over-imbibed and the lady of the house, Theresa, refused to let me drive. All the revelations (and realizations) of the past twelve hours swirled in my head. Fair to say, I was in the middle of a bunch of spouse-swapping sexcapades. And no question about it - I was the chum...
It was Friday afternoon I was getting home from work. I had been living as a female for about a year and was married to a loving woman who was also my mistress. As was normal on Friday night our fetish group was having a meeting, which is more a party then a meeting where we all get together and socialize and every week a different member hosts. Well this we...
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... ******************************** The matron sits at the front of the room, gorgeous and tailored perfectly. She's wearing a tight short black dress and nee...
I mumbled incoherently as I was jolted out of early morning slumber. The rattling of the letterbox awoke me first, followed by scattered 'thuds' that hit the hallway floor. I glanced over at the clock. "Jesus, it's the first day of the holiday. Its six forty five…." I wearily muttered, pulling the cool crisp sheet over me. I continued to lie there, hoping to...
It's a nice hotel. Nicer than I am dressed. That's alright. I won't be wearing my clothes for long. His room is #138, which should be almost to the end. It gives me too much time to think about what is in the bag. It's an ordinary plastic bag. The checker filled it when Mistress bought the items. It says Walgreen's on the side. Ordinary. What's in it is al...