Disclaimer: These are real stories. Everything that happened here is, to the best of my knowledge, what actually happened. The experiences are several years old, but I captured them all to the best of my ability. ***** So, it's been a year since my last femdom experience. That last one with an older woman really killed it for me. I told her what I liked, a...
"Hi daddy, working hard?" Mary had rapped twice on the door, then opened it and strode into my home office. "Uh, oh, hi Mary. Just taking a short break," I said, scrambling to close down Internet Explorer before my step-daughter could see what I was viewing. Mary is the 27 year old daughter of my second wife. I have been married to Helen, who is 48 and fiv...
You have always had a taste for exploring old abandoned buildings and when you heard about a Hall of Mirrors that was not too far from where you live you could not pass it up. Of course the last thing you had expected when you went in there was to find a door between dimensions. One minute you where in a dank old building and the next you where stepping out...
An hour, a whole hour! For what? You weren't being "inattentive", you were paying a LOT of attention. OK, so maybe ogling the teachers breasts wasn't the right kind of attention, but it's still unfair. Now you're stuck here with her for an hour, and only 5 minutes have passed. The teacher you were staring at was Miss Locke. She wasn't what you woul...
Thanks to the work of far too many superheroes and heroines, crime in Omen City had all but been stopped -- petty crime was long extinct, and all that remained were the superpowered criminals that considered themselves be matches for all of the city's goldbrick do-gooders. They rarely succeeded, and in the cases which they did, another hero would step in bef...
(This story involves a lot of humiliation of the main character, futa on male action, incest, and other fringe fetishes. If these aren't your thing turn back now. I also wanted to give credit and thanks to the artist Mafen for the above picture which helped inspire this story.) The hall is quiet. You were pretty sure nobody was at home. You creep carefully d...
This is to give a "behind-the-scenes" view of the writing of "Opening Him Up." I apologize it took so long to complete the story, but I thought it was worth it. This essay is more of a rambling to give those that are curious about how and why I wrote this story a look into my real mind. "Opening Him Up" is completely fictional. Some elements were taken and...
I bent over and my wife eased the five-inch anal intruder into my arsehole, then adjusted the double rubber straps from the front and rear of the dildo up my body to the slave collar around my throat. The D-rings the rubber straps hooked onto pulled the thick intruder deep into my back passage and provided stimulation to my sphincter muscle, thus making my u...
So last Saturday my wife Rachel, who I am now separated from but is now my dominatrix, surprised me when she brought over three of her girlfriends from work and introduced them to me, her slave. They all had a good time considering it was their first time with a submissive male. They drank a lot beforehand and they all ended up peeing in my mouth. One of the...
You have lived in the same l cul de sacyour entire life. It's not a bad place to life, very much a part of suburban America. It's just not very exciting. You live in a large White House that looks the same as all the others on the street, probably a ploy by the developer to keep costs down. Every day you see the same boring neighbors, have the same boring ro...