The horse faltered but a moment in an uneven rut in the track they followed, jarring the princess from her restless daze. As she rubbed the dream from her eyes, she noticed the sun had sunk mush lower in the afternoon sky. In the distance, she could make out the castle she now called home. The princess marveled at how long she had dozed on horseback. Lookin...
Chapter 2 Maribel: Origins Maribel lay in the bathtub. She had made the water so hot that steam filled the bathroom. She had enough hot water to fill up an entire bathtub for just herself. In her bathroom, she mused. Sure, it was tiny - the bathtub took up nearly half the space of the room, but it adjoined her own private bedroom that she didn't have to sh...
A true story of an older man, Mike and his young Indonesian maid, Ina... When the good wife is away... The horny old man will play... With Ina, the Indonesian maid... Right there on the matrimonial bed...:) The life as an expatriate for a multinational corporation in the Far East has many benefits although fraught with risks of broken marriages. Thus it wa...
A collection of tales where various non-white (or mixed race) women are cruelly used, with a focus on raceplay as a part of the backdrop of their degradation. RACIALLY CHARGED CONCEPTS AND LANGUAGE WILL BE USED. Non-consent, incest, and more dark stuff will almost certainly be present. Enjoy. AUTHOR'S NOTES These stories, like any stories I write, are purel...
They reached the hillock soon enough, only to find a very grouchy prince. He scolded the pair for dallying so, harping on the time and the light and the late hour they would return to the castle. Without allowing the princess and the maid a moment to climb down and rest, he leapt onto his horse and started down the ruddy track toward the castle. The princes...
The reward for Wen's latest book was absolutely darling. It was a set of fingerpicks, plectrums for when she played the zither. They were made of tortoiseshell, unlike the animal teeth versions Wen had been using up until that point. She spent an hour or so playing her zither with these fingerpicks, while the Emperor relaxed nearby, sipping flowery water and...
Susan O'Malley was never much of a housekeeper. She was, however, the best at dominating men, and women, young and old, delighting in bending them to her ways, usually a process that involved forcing them to drink her hot piss. Not usually - always. She loved exploiting the weaknesses of others. It played to her sexually controlling nature. Today, for exa...
It was a night like any other. Detective Dick Osborne sat behind his solid timber desk, closing files and getting ready to go home for the evening, or maybe to a bar, since there was nothing at home for him anyway, and he hated drinking alone. There was a knock at the door and he looked up to see her standing there, all legs and breasts. Her curly blond hai...
Warm afternoon sunlight filtered through tall, dilapidated buildings. The air was sour with the scent of offal from nearby butchers and emptied chamber pots. Agnes stepped lightly around puddles on the dirty, uneven ground. She held a wicker basket against her hip and a dainty hand over her nose while praying for a cool breeze to move the stale air. Nearly...
Subject and background. This is a recap of my first in-person session with a submissive. The subject passed the various pre-session requirements described in my second story "A few good subs" and after an extensive interview and evaluation process I offered him the opportunity to do an in-person session. I'll admit upfront that I was a novice at this point...