Two house slaves led her into the chamber. She was dressed - more like decorated - with shining gold cuffs on wrists and ankles. Two moderately heavy and equally bright chains linked wrists and ankles. Her hair was perfectly coiffed high on her head to show she was collarless. Earning a collar was partly the point of the auction, after all. Her make up was f...
I was laying down on our couch, my laptop resting on my lap my bare feet hanging just off the edge of the couch. I was playing an online sex game with my Mistress when I heard my husband rummaging around in the kitchen for something, having just come down from putting our twins to bed. I had just finished feeding a little bit ago and still I could feel my ni...
Chapter 4: Power, Submission and the Blue Tattoo A UFO seeking a hospitable landing site need only locate the night lights of Las Vegas. Billions of megawatts beam their message to all life forms capable of cognition – "Welcome!" "We're Tolerant!" "There's plenty of room to land the largest space craft." "Play! Spend!" Quickly scan the creatures walking the...
A quick note about this chapter. It runs a tad long as I want it to really set things up for Chantel's future, not just some sissy maid for her now Mistress wife, as cool as that can be, but to develop a more varied sissy, crossdressing, maid and slut story. I hope it works for my readers. ***** Chapter Four: Moving on to reinforcing my new lifestyle Satu...
"You're either dominant or you're not," Raven Black stated, speaking to the camera. On her blog, which was followed by tens of thousands around the world, the young Black woman spoke about her experiences as a professional dominatrix, the state of the affairs between Black men and Black women, and her private life. The videos that Raven Black made were quite...
"Mr. Duchene, I read the stuff you post online, you like Muslim female domination, and you have a thing for Indian girls, well, I'm here to make your life sweet hell, now, get on your knees," Mistress Fatima Bhatti said haughtily, and the Indian Muslim dominatrix smirked at the big and tall young black man who stood before her. He'd just come into the house,...
Ah, another day at the West Falls Mansion in Buckhead, a suburb of Atlanta, Georgia. Mistress Stephanie Voltaire sat down on a couch, sipping her drink. She checked some of her stocks in her Blackberry and noticed with satisfaction that thanks to her clever investments in the international Asian market, she made three hundred grand without leaving her home....
I'll never forget the first time I went to a Gorean room based on the Northern ways... those of Torvaldsland. A friend of mine that I had been close to for many years and that I had trained with in many different ways for our online chosen way of life, told me that I just had to check out. She knew after my release with the man that I thought was to be my lo...
The internet's a powerful tool for nearly anyone who devotes more than energy for typing onto it. The more emotions you put onto there, the more you become attached to what you do, and who you may correspond with. The more you get to know someone, the more about yourself you hand to them, and if both you and your correspondent act online as you do in real li...
Sadie disconnected the call and sat there wondering what was wrong with people. This new job paid well and was worth moving to a new town for, but it sure had it's moments with the occasional whack job one had to deal with in customer service. Plus moving from a large city to a small town with little night life had made for a difficult transition. At least...