I entrust you with the only copy. I know that you will not mistake my purpose, but we know who will. I can call nothing in my house entirely my own. The words are wretched, of course, but perhaps they give some sense. Kneeling. He is naked before me. There are no faces in my dreams, as in my life; I have no memory for them. Only voices, and words. I see no...
I can’t think of anything else than his head between my thighs. The breath fondles my cunt and makes the juices run faster. Then he leans forward to rub his cheeks over my right thigh. He hasn’t shaved for two days and the start to a beard almost pricks the sensitive skin. Slowly he moves his head and I try to lift myself closer but suspended as I am, I can...
This preface is the background for most of my bondage and slavery stories. It describes a world where most girls are enslaved. Their bodies become owned property with no rights at all. At the moment most of my stories are brief visions into this world and do not exist in any order or anything that could be called a "book" but perhaps they will become organiz...
I officially met H through Craigslist. After about year of slogging through dick pics and numerous requests to impregnate me, his ad was refreshingly coherent. His tone was businesslike and almost terse, a trend which continued until our first play session, where he revealed himself to be as equally firm as he was tender. H is fluent in German and has taken...
Quick Recap It had been nearly two weeks since Ashley caught me trying on her panties and I was now wearing a fresh new pair every day along with a bra as she encouraged me to find my "inner-sissy" and explore my fetish. I had also learned that she obtained more pleasure from her toys than my cock and, as part of this "exploration," she had decided it was b...
I am standing in the back aisles of the library, looking down at a soft head of flowing black hair moving back and forth, back and forth. Bright red lips are attached in a circle around my penis, which is disappearing into a warm mouth and then reemerging again as the mouth is drawn back to rush along the length of my shaft. My vision is slightly blurred, bl...
Codes: (MF, CONS, Oral,) Disclaimer: This story is fictional. None of this has happened or ever will happen. ***** Today was the big day. Teen pop star Demi Lovato. Today was the filming of her latest (and without a doubt the sexist) music video for her single, "Cool for the summer". I couldn't believe my first job as a director in Hollywood was going to...
*A dark smile passes across his beautifully haunting face and he kisses me tenderly, roughly, owning my body with the slightest touch. "Get on your knees," he whispers.* **Chapter Two** I do as I'm told. The carpet is soft beneath my knees as I sit on my heels with eyes to the floor, my hands behind my back. I see the faded cuffs of his jeans, his bare fe...
The air clung to me, thick with humidity. One of those oppressive Parisian days, hot, sticky and uncomfortable. Not a great day to go shopping, but a girl has to keep in practice. I've lived in Paris for about a year. What a shopaholic's paradise. Someone with my addiction to spending money doesn't take long to find her way around. Rue du Bac has the exciti...
Peyton let out a slew of curse words as she bumped her head on the window pane. She bit her lip to hold in a frustrated grunt and continued to push her huge duffle bag and the rest of her body through. Being careful of any sounds she made, Peyton quickly slid back the screen and closed the motel window. She let out a sigh of relief and scanned her surroundin...