This is the record of my submission to a wonderful superior Mistress: "Men are disgusting and only here to serve us Goddesses". I found her on-line and i was attracted to her so i sent her a message which she responded to. It became apparent that she was a serious dominatrix and She asked if i could meet her for a coffee, chat and public play. Her rules we...
"Well hello, Kitten." She was leaning on one elbow looking down at me as I woke up. I had a now familiar feeling in the back of my throat and my ass from the night before. I was getting used to being used by her and her big, black dildo. "Good morning, Mistress." She just smiled as I responded to what was now my new name. I don't remember exactly when sh...
She smiles sternly at him; still there is a twinkle in her eye. On his knees before her, his nose inches from her naked cunt, He cringes. The combination, the Mistress–smile with the twinkle, the glint of anticipated pleasure, does not bode well for him in the next hour. "Pet, I have gone to great pains to teach you how you must behave to please me. Sadly,...
"What did Delilah put in that last drink?" Chris thought. "Perhaps I had too many, but what crazy dreams I had! They seemed so vivid and real!" Chris's dick swelled as he recalled the previous night and a wave of pain hit him. He reached down to touch his dick but found nothing to grab. Panicked he ripped the covers off and looked down. "Oh no, no, no!" H...
Note: This is a fetish story involving a bisexual submissive man. If that isn't your bag, please don't read. If it is, enjoy! Comments and constructive criticism are welcome. Truth be told, I'm not sure parts of this chapter are physically possible, but I'd sure like to find out! And the orgy continues... ***** The floor show was me, of course. Or, wha...
At 6:15 I woke up to my alarm blaring the tone I had become conditioned to hate. My aggravation towards the sound that disrupts my sleep every morning was soon pushed to the back of my mind as I came to my senses. I had only stayed the night in my cock cage a handful of times before, so my skin was painfully tender from being pushed against the steel all nig...
"Black Kink, there's an App for that," Stevenson Fils-Aime said aloud, stroking his goateed chin. The big and tall, dark-skinned young Haitian man lay in bed, in the basement of his aunt Mabel's townhouse in the City of Orleans, Ontario. With his aunt visiting old friends in the City of Montreal, Quebec, the brother had the place to himself. What's a brother...
"OMG!! (blushing)... you startled the hell out of me!!" "I didn't hear you come in!" "Please...pull up a chair, and have a seat." "Gosh, it is soo very nice of you to stop in again, gorgeous. I HAVE missed you so." "But next time...would you please knock?" "I mean...here I am...sitting in my birthday suit and all." (shy smile) "Just a moment, while...
The mistress sat upon her chair seductively gazing down upon the two individuals before her. She was 5'10" and about 140lbs. in her mid-twenties with long flowing brunette hair and supple breasts. Her gaze fell upon a pair of 18 year olds in a dimly lit open room that resembled a warm basement somewhere lost in the suburbs. One of them was a very petite girl...
This story follows directly the events chronicled in "Backstage With Taylor Swift, Pt. 5". It can be read as a stand-alone, of course. Events mentioned in this story also refer to a five-part story arc, "Meeting Lindsay Lohan," also written by the author. Again, not reading those stories will not detract from this story, but will add knowledge of the events...