I walked into the toilet. It smelled of piss and the walls were covered with graffiti. There was a long trough along one wall for pissing and three stalls. There was no one there – I breathed a sigh of relief. It was a public toilet out at the back of the local park. I knew people used it but was nervous about getting in trouble. But I didn't have a choice –...
copyright to author. *(This is a story about told first person by a fictional Mistress.) (WARNING: This story contains graphic depictions of degradation, domination, use of pee, 'golden showers'.) * * * * * I'd just dropped off a liter of my piss to Robert, my newest, and walked in the door, when the phone rang. "That was quick, Robert. Are you ready to...
That Sunday afternoon was not unlike any other. Miss V quietly hummed as she worked in her makeshift studio in the corner of the loft. Peter knelt in the middle of the room on the hardwood floor jerking off, as ordered. Miss V liked to watch Peter playing with his cock; it was a source of inspiration to her. To prevent him from spilling his goo and messing M...
Chapter 3 - Lying down on the job Victor led the way into the hall again, followed by the other guests surrounding Mark who took turns fondling his cock and smooth bollocks (from his careful grooming) and then through another door at the rear of the house. 'This is usually just the downstairs bathroom,' said Stephanie, 'but on our special days we add this...
I met Jennie online in a chatroom years ago. She was a single mother of two. We chatted for almost a year before we met in person to play or scene in the bdsm lifestyle. Our play turned into a relationship long before fifty shades came out. Before long we were together but not yet married. We lived together and all was well with our lives both inside and o...
We have met only once but you have realised I need a firm hand, you realise I will not let go unless I am made to. You tell me you will arrive at mine some time from 9pm onwards, you tell me I must be ready for you, that I must be on all fours ready to take your cock in any of my three fuck holes. You tell me if you decide to call into a friends on the way t...
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...
Mistress Deborah stood in front of a naked, kneeling slave; I had answered her invitation, coming to her house; her shaved pussy only an inch from my face. Her pussy's feminine aroma "rushed" through my nostrils like Amyl Nitrite [poppers]; it made my head spin; my cock's tumescence provided the best display an average six inch cock could give-but you could...
Todd was getting used to his new master. Master Mark wasn't like anyone he had known before. Master Mark cared for Todd, it seemed, and wanted Todd to get pleasure. To get help. He knew he couldn't tell his therapist everything, but she was proud with what he did confess. That he was in a possible new relationship. The night terrors he used to have was dimmi...
So I met my mistress six weeks ago. She sensed that I was lonely and lost and invited me to come home with her to meet her prize-winning dogs. She told me to undress and then put a collar around my neck. She said that I could leave at any time but that if I stayed all my troubles would be over, but that I would have to become her "dog". Of course I hesitated...