'Good morning Slave, time to get up.' Pause. 'Good morning Slave, time to get up.' Pause. 'Good morning Slave,..' What the hell was that? Instead of the usual alarm buzzer coming from the tablet fixed into the wall of my room there was a disembodied female voice echoing in the corner by the door, repeating itself over and over. I woke myself up enough to b...
After we got the Sybian, Val's and my sex life heated up considerably. We didn't use it all that often. First of all, Val was pretty sore after a long workout. Secondly, not knowing when I was going to strap her onto it kept Val on sort of a 'sexual edge' most of the time, since she a) REALLY liked it and b) was under my strict 'orders' not to use it on her...
Sue Storm didn't believe in the stereotype of the bored housewife. Even if she weren't a superpowered celebrity sitting on the boards of half a dozen charities, she had plenty to do as a wife and mother. Her daughter was a six-year-old super-genius with the emotional maturity of... a six-year-old. Her son could create universes, but wasn't very good at it ye...
Author's note and disclaimer: This is a story containing non-consensual sexual acts (including cross-dressing, bondage, and other fun stuff) performed by a woman on her unwilling slave. In real life, all acts should be consensual - stories like this are only for fantasies and for fueling scenes. Comments and criticisms are welcome, of course. I'm in the p...
Voting is nice, ya'll know how to do that so vote. Waking up this day is something of a relief, and trial. Could not sleep well, kept waking up to odd sounds or another waking. Their movement wakes me if not up already, though strangely no one else has problems sleeping. The sky is lit when I wake, guess no hunting today. At least I'm still the first awake,...
To his surprise, Noah slept well that night, sheer mental and physical exhaustion making him dead to the world as soon as his head hit the pillow in his freshly furnished room. The furniture having just appeared in the space hadn't phased him at all. Nothing could, after actually dying and coming back to life. He sat up, put his head in his hands, and realiz...
I could hear Venus moan, as she convulsed from one orgasm after another, while attempting to keep her legs from buckling under her. Whenever she failed in this effort she was once again left hanging by her pretty red pony tail. I tried to visualize her struggles and imagine how sensual her "dance" would be. The blindfold couldn't stop the images in my brai...
Author's note: I am not sure where to put this, so it's in "Fetish." It begins with gay sex but then heads into FemDom. Comments welcome. * * * * Mike Jones and I mapped out a bike course of about 32 miles that started and ended at the house that he and Celeste, who's his wife, share in central Massachusetts. With Laurie, who is my wife, I visit once a mon...
Foreword: The Indian Girl is of course a Native American girl, it just didn't feel right to use the modern terminology when talking about her. Also I would love to get your comments on this piece or any other piece I posted around here. 1. The town's name has no importance; it's just another new settlement in the middle of the Wild West. The single dust...
Chloe was onto her third whisky now and she was starting to feel the effects. Sitting alone at a booth in the quiet little bar she felt rather conspicuous. In her tight, black lace dress and seamed stockings that emphasised her full ass, red hair hiding her face she looked out of place amid the rest of the punters. Most of which were middle aged couples alre...