I stood in front of the full-length mirror and slipped into my new dress shirt. It didn't look too bad – maybe I wasn't the conventional ladykiller type, but for a certain type of woman I was attractive. The shirt was adorned with dancing red flames and devil's forks, over a black backdrop. "What do you think, pet?" I asked M. She was kneeling on the floor...
XIV: Going home and reflecting on what a middle-aged slut I had been. XV: My young stud muffins arrive and I fetch their cases. XVI: Fucked like a true fuck-pig. XVII: Made to go on a date by Kelly. XIV: Going home and reflecting on what a middle-aged slut I had been. The remainder of my time in Cambridge was work-orientated and I spent the evenings in...
The slave knelt in the corner of the dingy motel room with her hands crossed behind her back. She was whimpering slightly around the panties balled up in her mouth. She was naked, collared and plugged. She wore a light spandex slave hood with one mouth hole and two eye holes. Her owner had told her he had no interest in seeing her face during these sessions....
Your darling sammich maker's late for her pig training, so I look her up in my phone. I don't know what pet name you have for your darling wife, but I have her in my phone as 'Gammon Wallet'. Me: 'WTF?' She has sixty seconds to answer, period. No excuses, no exceptions. And she's signed up to it. It's a respect thing; no matter what the little slag wagon's...
Lilly was enjoying dancing around the living room in her three story town house, in nothing but her silk dressing gown, when she was rudely disturbed by a harsh knocking at the door. 'oh who on earth could that be' she thought to herself, she was not in the mood for visitors. She stomped over to the door and took a look out of the window. Oh goodie, she th...
The guitar hummed, in a strange offbeat rhythm that danced in time with the locusts. The sound, different from all the Christmas Music, was soothing on a cold night by the fire. An old man plucked at the guitar strings, in a slow taffy of movement that stretched each note around his fingertips and then rose into the air. You could almost taste the notes hove...
Never let anyone misinform you that 'violence never solves anything!' Violence solves a great many problems, especially when there are hundreds of people in your way all armed to the teeth with firearms and the willingness to use them upon you. Gleefully, and with all of the ammunition they can carry! I had to admit that the road block in front of us at Elk...
This is my first story about my life as a sissy. To be specific, it's the first story I'm writing for my Mistress knowing she is going to have me share it with the rest of the world. I've written plenty of journals, stories, and research papers for her, but always with the understanding that they were private, shared only between the two of us. Mistress rec...
Maddison had asked me if I could help her son with some college work and as soon as I dropped in she stood up from where she was sat at the kitchen table with her son and patted the vacant seat. 'There you go, Allie. It's so kind of you to help Jack with his college work! I don't know the first thing about sciency things! They're so geeky and boring, so it'...
Prologue Sally sighed and set aside her phone. On the screen, a Mewtube video was playing, showing Jethro sweeping a pile of garbage - mostly sex toys and other junk that people had sent them - off the table. The occupation wasn't going as planned. It was one thing, when that no-good moneygrabber Sid took off with all of their cash, but it's another when t...