I awoke in the little stables at the rear of my mistresses' house, and stretched out my ponyboy body on the straw where I slept, naked and without harness. Head Girl, my owners' other human animal, lay beside me facing away from me and breathing gently. It was another glorious day in the perpetual, magical summer of the elven world, and warmth and light stre...
My hands were held behind me, very high. My wrists were handcuffed. A chain was connected to cuffs pulling at an angle and fixed at the ceiling, making me stand on the balls of my feet. Leaning on the chain, I was increasing the excruciating straining in my shoulders. I could see reflection of my body on the polished marble floor. A cold neon glare in Mistr...
Brittany's Strapon Hell Week 3: "Fear with Jenna and Vanessa" I am attempting to make these stories stand-alone as well as make sense in a series. If you like this, make sure to read my other stories. Think of your votes and comments as your contribution to my stories! Thanks! * It had been a long week for me, and I had a feeling there was still a long w...
I really don't know who gets more devilish impulses – Miss Susan or Miss Barbara. Of course, it is especially hard to tell, since the two of them often put their heads together, sometimes whispering and giggling, as they dream up ways to torment me. By "torment", I mean torment in the most wonderful, loving sense. If you recall my statement about how Susan...
My Mistresses parted the curtains and we peeked into the sold-out theater. "I've never seen such a big crowd," one said. "Standing room only," said the other. "They have come just to see this slut whipped and raped. I can hardly wait to take a cat to that fine ass of hers." "DRAG THAT WHORE OUT HERE!" The gruff order came from one of the five Masters. The...
A brief story which explains how I became the slave that I am and sets the scene for any further stories from my life. I first met my Mistress when I started to visit Her when She was a professional Dominatrix at a dungeon in my city. After my very first session I was bewitched by her and the power she had over me and I started to visit Her most weeks. She...
It was hard for steve; he was the lowest of the low and used and abused by not only all in his group but by whoever paid his rental fee. A male slave of 19, usually just one in a group of hundreds but his 8-inch thick cock and boyish good looks made him one, which was accepted by the loan Masters and particularly the Mistresses. Whilst he got to break in t...
Why'd They fix my makeup and hair now and why like this? I'm having a good time dancing. I keep hoping another of the Dommes that occasionally walk by will like me and want me. I make sure to slide my hands down my body, fondle my tits, roll my hips around when a cute Mistress stops to watch me. The ones that look cruel and strict in their tight leathers ge...
Chapter Ten: My First Saturday and Sunday as They are Special Days For Us. "Wake up girls." as sissy Traci calls out to us. We all rise from our sleep and another day in our sissy maids, sissy sluts lives begins. Just like in the previous days starts we spend our time with a morning enema, shower, shave and makeup. We get dressed but not in any maids out...
Note: This story is the twenty-first installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous twenty episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter. This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongl...