She was his Maitresse. There was no doubt about it. She was his lover, she was his friend, she was his darling, honey, babes... whatever. Even when she switched she was his Maitresse. She knew that. But right then... she didn't feel it. Right then she was nobody's Maitresse. She was dominant to nobody. She was a slut. She was a bitch. She was game for whatev...
TWO Several days later Bridget returned home from shopping, after I had returned home from work. She had stopped by her office before going on what was obviously a shopping spree. She had a multitude of bags and sent me to fetch them for her out of the car. I had already prepared dinner, as she had instructed per her note left on the kitchen counter. Brid...
"Sir? Would You please rub some oil on my back?" I looked up and saw slut naked in the bathroom door, having just gotten out of the shower. I got right on that, because any time you're asked to rub oil on your slut's back, you should do it. It usually leads to good things. "Mmm thank you Sir." I quickly dispensed with rubbing on her back and made my way to...
By Philippasubmaid copyright While this is a work of fiction it is something that I am actively looking for a dominant man to do to me ......... although I doubt in reality that my wife could be persuaded to be there, in all other aspects it is something that I want to experience. Contact me if you can help, enjoy. I had been chatting on Yahoo for some tim...
He slipped the hood over my head and smoothed it down over my face. My heart was hammering. I was sure he could hear it beating from where he stood, his hands on my arms, as I fumbled with the fit to insure the breathing holes were directly under my nostrils. The leather smell was strong and I tasted it too, after the gag was seated between my tongue and the...
"Do you want to fuck?" Helen demanded. She was wearing a red plaid skirt and posed with her hands on her hips to show off her tits to their full potential. She knew I believe them to be her best feature, I'd told her on numerous occasions. "No, I'm not in the mood." She turned, obviously aggrieved and left the room. My relationship with my flat mate had ne...
Author's note: This is the final instalment in this series. In here, I say the last thing that I feel like saying. I hope you've enjoyed it! ========================== Party Bondage 5: Sarah goes hardcore. When I got home on Saturday, after James got back from the airport, because it took me that long to be in a fit state to drive, I went straight back...
"Are you wondering what it will be like to be mine?" asked the Countess, her voice dripping with insincere sweetness. "You should. I'm afraid my loving attention will almost certainly leave scars." She laughed with such cruelty that even the Duchess felt uneasy. "Don't ruin him," said Lady Emily. "Remember, like all members of the Royal Dominance Assembly,...
By day, Enduragirl was Christina Anna Polina; successful UCLA chemistry grad. Straight out of college, she began working for nano-tech giant, the MicroLife Corporation. From here, she furthered research in biochemical manipulation of the human genome. Christina was a stunning portrait of beauty: a 5’ 8” tall, white, leggy brunette, with piercing blue eyes an...
Friday Becca wore a pleated white skirt and maroon colored tennis shoes. John was in handcuffs and on his knees licking them with his tongue. She tugged on his leash. He raised his eyes up to her at once. "Slave, I have a question." Adorned in the apartment that had once been his was graffiti. Slogans. Proclamations. Hashed out in spraypaint. He'...