Hi all, this is my first attempt at writing a short story for here and hope you all enjoy it, and I would appreciate your comments, good and bad, also I would like to say a massive thank you to Juicy Starchild for all the hard work and time she has put into editing my story...so thank you so much...hope you all enjoy! It was late October. Joe sat in his...
It was 11 o'clock on Friday evening, he was dozing on the sofa...half watching tv, half thinking about what might happen the following night when His phone beeped...a message...from Miss... "Put the key in the usual place, strip and put on your whore panties and your cuffs. Get a kitchen chair and have it in the doorway facing the living room. Sit on it, at...
She whimpers, frantically running her face under the shower, opening her mouth catching water, spitting it out. The foul taste has seeped into her being. She cannot clear it from her nostrils, her sinuses, her mouth, her tongue. She dips her head, her hair down under the showerhead. "Thank god for this short hair," she thinks. She shampoos it out quickly...
Part Seven: Rules & Rewards Malcolm returned to what He called His "Den" and sat down, thinking of all that had occurred since having His new whore brought to Him. He thought she had performed quite well for both Him and His guests; as they all were very pleased and satisfied with the use of her. He had given Mrs. Orton explicit instructions of how to dres...
Kallie slipped the leash but realized she was lost without her Master. She had to go crawling back. ~ "How fat are you now whore?" "Fat, Master. So very fat." "Good." The last time I saw her, she was pushing the limits of the definition of the word BBW. I could only imagine what she looked like, if she thought she was that much more fat than before....
A word of explanation. This story was not written by me. It was written by my online partner as a continuation of "His Whore's Wedding Day" which I wrote and listed here late last year. I assigned her this story recently because of an idea that struck me. She had seen a pair of stories that retold the same events from the point of view of a dom and a sub. I...
We meet at the designated time, 10 pm, in the hallway leading to our "playroom". "Oh daddy, you look so handsome", I gush upon seeing you. "You have chosen the perfect outfit for this evening." Grey cutaway tailcoat, ivory waistcoat, cravat, black pinstriped trousers. "And you my pretty pet, look ravishing. What do you call this look? Steampunk Saloon girl...
He was stretched out wide on a large hotel bed, his ankles and wrists secured fast to the corners. She had left him like this 20 minutes earlier, going through a connecting door to an adjoining room that was the mirror image of the one he was in. He had been told to be silent and was left to contemplate his fate. His thoughts were interrupted... "1-2-3 test...
In my letter to my former wife, I finished: "Raised Quaker, I cannot allow myself to be consumed by hate, but I am deeply disappointed by the you-that-is-now, who was and is a gang-banging corporate and private whore. I still love Miola, the you-that-maybe-used-to-be, who I stupidly believed was a loving wife, but those feelings will fade as time passes. Go...
I felt a sharp stinging in my ass before I was completely aware of anything else. Slowly, I took an inventory and found myself spread out on a table. Hands stretched out before me, tits crushed under my weight, legs spread wide, and my ass in the air. I groaned as the ache in my ass caught up to me. "Wake up, whore. You've rested long enough." I jumped whe...