Victoria was aroused as never before having witnessed the harsh and permanent treatment of the male; she knew the newly castrated wretch would be looked after, put to good use by one mistress or another and displayed as a novelty, his permanent humiliation assured he would now know and enjoy new life at the hands of women. The crowd applauded as Sylvia Renne...
Kidnapped by the Galactic Gynarchy - John's story John awoke with a pounding headache. Gradually regaining his senses, he realised he was not lying flat but on a slab at a forty-five degree angle. He tried to move his legs and arms to get off the slab, only to find them locked in place. Able to move his head, he looked down at his body. Naked! He was nake...
The Induction Completes Author's note: Obviously the story is completely fictional and should be read after the first one. However any character in this story is there of their own free will and has a safe word/gesture they can use at any time. Yvonne was starting to feel the strain on her wrists. She had a long time to examine her prisoner colleague's p...
I did not know her at all, but her writing leapt to the heart of my fantasies. It was almost like she knew me and impossibly, from afar, read my mind. For an intelligent, sexy, attractive woman to be sharing the same kinks was indescribable. So was her writing. Continuous play, unrelenting play for a month. Her expression of id. Her post around July 4th, Ind...
Gary was hoping that his first foot experience would be a pleasant one. The Chemistry teacher, Miss Saunders certainly filled his needs with her sweaty black socks he had been dying to see, but he wanted more. He had just over a month left before his final exams and he had a couple of teachers whose feet he wanted to worship. Miss King, the Art teacher, was...
Chapter 12 Thea was as good as her word. She attached me once more to the frame and anointed my wheals with her cunt-juice, so that my prick rose once more to throbbing fullness. Then she used her mouth, cunt and arse to make me pour out a seemingly endless stream of seed in homage to her new-found goddesshood. I rapidly became hollow, drained and exhausted...
Gerd loosened off and then untied the ropes that bound my wrists and ankles. I rubbed the marks where the flesh had been heavily indented by their tight constriction, sitting at his booted feet now as he watched me. He clipped a leather leash to my collar. "Whenever you are leashed you will remain on all fours unless told otherwise, is that understood boy?"...
Faith, as has been said, is a funny thing. Many people say that my religion is sexist, that it oppresses women, and all that shit. Well, they're right, and they're also wrong. The religion of Islam doesn't oppress women. Insecure Muslim men use the religion of Islam to oppress misinformed women who lacks the brains and guts to speak up for themselves. My nam...
To avoid misconceptions: This is obviously a fetish fairy tale, not a realistic depiction of a loving BDSM relationship based on SSC principles. If you're uncomfortable with stories featuring outré fetishes like permanent bondage, piercings and slavery, I'd suggest to skip this tale. * By now, her appearance matched her mental image of the perfect slave gi...
Upon owner's order what follows is the story of this slave's (age 60) path to permanent slavery. And the life, 7 years in May 2020, of slavery. Owner's Order: Write the story of your history with female domination. How it led to my taking permanent ownership of you. What your life of slavery has been. This one time you are released to be, and must be, tota...