Dressed in her black leather bodice, petticoat trousers, and knee high leather black leather boots, covered in a cloak of blue velvet, Jewell "The Maiden" Blakemore made a striking figure as she observed the captives being marched up the gangway by her crew. Her impassive face belied her excitement at seeing the seventeen amazon warriors, bound together with...
Nymsya was back in the castle. The hunt was ending but nobody has seen the prince yet. Nobody dared to even suggest something might be off. Nobody found his corpse either. She had walked her way through the halls right towards his and the princess's room. She had given instructions to her subordinates. They were to stay in their room and wait for a signal....
6. Slaves of the Fembots In spite of her air of determined confidence, Amanda was feeling very uncertain. She didn't really have much of an idea about what to do next and while she thought herself a fairly self determined woman who liked to get her own way, she had never taken a dominant role sexually. Even so, she knew that was exactly what was going to be...
This is the third in the "Great Recession" series of short stories. It picks up immediately after the second. This and all future stories are dedicated to my own Goddess and Queen, my wife, Mistress Marie. _______________ Laura's collaring was not as significant as I might have led you to believe. She immediately explained it was a training collar for the...
"This evening, just rest" you told me, as I lay there, not daring to move because of the new pain it would bring to my ass and thighs. "I really did have a special treat prepared for you, but that is going to have to wait for now, until you can move again. Now then, let me prop you up a bit on these pillows, I've got something here for you to eat." You broug...
Next chapter will most likely skip forward in time, because the story is getting repetitive. So the next one will probably advance the story a lot. Though I wouldn't say this one is entirely skippable. Just... familiar. ***** When I woke up that morning, I felt something push against my lips. Still half asleep and with my eyes shut, I let it slide into my...
You are tantalized by my presence, a curvy Black woman with a thick Afro and a big beautiful Black ass, standing decked out in shiny Black leather in front of you. I've been told I have quite the presence. What's my name? You are mystified by me. No names. Does it matter? Not at all. I am your Black Mistress, and I've come to fuck the hell out of you and dom...
She was in town having some work done on her car. It wasn't at his shop, but she planned to stop and see him nonetheless. They had arranged it the week before, timing it carefully so that she would be done right before he went on his break. She arrived two minutes early, giving herself some time to straighten her clothes and fuss with her hair. Ten minutes l...
My name is Estelle Worthington. And I'm a six-foot-tall, blonde-haired and blue-eyed, lean and athletic white woman living in the city of Ottawa, Ontario. I am an Irish Amazon, the ideal of the perfect woman. By day, I'm a student at Carleton University. I recently moved to Canada from my native Galway in Ireland and I must say Ottawa leaves a lot to be desi...
It was Sunday night, and I was having many problems about going back to the office. I am a high level executive who has to make decisions all day long. Since I love to be in control this is the ideal occupation for me. After a thoroughly relaxing holiday week-end with one of my favourite slaves and one of my girlfriends. Yes, I am a she-male dominatrix and b...