i identify as a slave. i'm a slave. That's who i am. It's what i want to be. It just feels right. i'm a slave and i have some opinions on what that means. Now, understand, a slave's opinions are exactly what you think they are, worth only the amount that an Owner, my Master or Mistress, wants to give them. Master=Mistress=Master/Mistress=Owner i think the...
This story is inspired by the single chapter short story "Kidnapped" By LaurenWestley, posted here on Literotica, in the TG/CD forum. This is my take on a possible continuation of this story. This is simply a fan fiction continuation and elaboration of that story and cannot be considered canon to the original author's work. The following contains themes of...
This story is inspired by the single chapter short story "Kidnapped" By LaurenWestley, posted here on Literotica, in the TG/CD forum. Since the original story left the protagonist in such a sorry state, I became motivated to consider a continuation of that story that started out just as dark as the original story but eventually resolved itself with a happy e...
The pig has been summoned by her Owner to serve Him one night. she is always excited when she reads His email and knows that in a short time she will be with Him. she has learned from the past to be prepared for anything with Him – she has her bag packed, ready and waiting. In this bag she has her flogger, her glass dildo, sensuous candles to enhance the eve...
Monique already looked like a stripper anyway. She figured she could either get some money or maybe trick some guy into giving her a ride. Monique walked into the parking lot, but there was nobody outside. A few cars were parked, so she hoped there would be some people inside. She went inside. The bartender looked at her and paid her no attention, thinki...
[02:22] kitten (me): ah... [02:22] kitten (me): i was wondering... [02:22] kitten (me): *blush* [02:23] kitten (me): if it would be alright with my Master, if i could please myself before going to bed... [02:23] My Owner: perhaps [02:23] My Owner: what has you so worked up tonight? [02:23] kitten (me): reading erotica, as usual... [02:23] My Owner: ah...
It's early evening. I'm sat at home, watching the box. Nothing really taking my interest, so I'm doing what I normally do: channel surf until something grabs my attention. My mobile phone rings. From the caller id, I see it is my Owner. Odd. She doesn't normally call this time of day. I pick up the phone and before I can say anything She states 'One hour, sl...
The rider's legs were aching. He had been standing in the stirrups for nearly forty minutes. The owner would not stop the horse; he carried on guiding it in a figure of eight around the riding hall. The rider tried to lean back again. His hips and knees were strapped firmly in place. His wrists were lashed to the saddle horn. He could not avoid the dildo t...
My owner's hands went to my plug and he slowly began twirling it in place while pumping it in and out as he kissed me deeply, passionately. It felt so good to have him do that! He knows how much I love it when he takes it slowly with my ass, prolonging my pleasures in such a beautiful, tantilizing way. Before my owner, I'd never done anal. No one had ever...
Editor's Note: this submission contains raceplay and femdom content. * Not long ago it was a straight and stuffy white male. it was arrogant and self-satisfied with its white male social and economic leverage and advantages. In the rat-race of white society it suppressed its submissive white side. But from time to time it would slip into daydreams of hav...