The author would appreciate feedback from readers. If you are not into wives dominating their husbands, please pass this story by. This is the third in the series and each story explores a different phase in Mark's new life. Enjoy! Chapter 3, My little husband, the Marking Still in a dream state, I could almost feel the backwash of the wings of bees. That...
As it gets later into the night I realize my slave has had nothing to eat or drink, nor has he been allowed personal bathroom time. I excuse myself and head downstairs to allow him up to stretch and take care of things. I asked my roommates to fix him something light to eat and I grab a bottle of chilled water to take with me for him. I sit down on the side...
Without needing to say any more, the pleased women smiled at Gray and returned to the cab, Gray's cock maintaining its erection as he followed behind the women, with their comments on watching the disposal of males still fresh in his mind. The waiting cab driver looked down from his elevated seat and smirked as he watched Gray follow the stately women into t...
Copyright April 2009 texrep Please note that texrep and Kezza67 are pen-names of the same person. This story has been posted elsewhere, but never on Literotica. The whole story is being re-edited to suit this site. I am listing this story under Novels and Novellas as it is quite a long story (1400KB). However it is a romance and if that is not your choice o...
Marjorie was still horny as Miles obediently patted her dry after they had showered in the wet room; he had done everything as per her commands to the letter, which swelled not only her cunt, but her sense of dominance. This was a lifestyle she would want to continue, and she had already developed affection for the cur, in the way you might for a dog or cat;...
Chapter 1 - Captured © 2018 By Pitchblack_stories Edited by Dannysuling They had left the crowded streets and reached the gate of the citadel high above the city. The massive stones of the gate tower loomed menacingly above her and the iron-bound door wings on both sides of the archway looked like a gapping maw ready to devour anyone into its abyssal dept...
I must admit that I was of two minds regarding Victoria's demotion to the ranks of the African slave girls. While I recognized the harsh jolt to her self-esteem the loss of her to-the-manor-born white privilege caused, I knew her life long denial that such privilege existed meant that this was a lesson she needed to learn. Her change in status was immediat...
Part 3 – Like Learning to Ride a Bicycle For those of you that have not read parts one and two, I hope you go back and read the first parts. This is a story about female domination of a man, but with an emphasis on male orgasm denial. Since orgasm denial takes some time to build up pressure, the story chronicles the man's initiation into orgasm denial from...
This is a story, not representing anyone in real life. I had gone to get a haircut. It is a small shop that has 3 women and one man, I guess that is why I go there. It is not a salon; it is just a barbershop. Stylists don’t know how to cut hair; a plain taper in the back is beyond their skills. Anyway, my turn came and I got the older of the three women, th...
An sadomasochistic, erotic story in the first person where Deepak Kumar lured a girl he knows into a kind of erotic torture chamber, in his house, and takes considerable pride in meticulously planned Sex which is described in minute detail that will awaken any woman's sexual passions. Most of the story takes place in a room in a house which the narrator, "D...