I have this next story mapped out from top to bottom, a tale of a modest actress in an immodest film. I'll do part two and gauge reactions from there, on whether to pursue it to the end. I'm digging the way I'm building the characters, but be warned: it's a slow burn, and may turn some of you off. This first part is entirely softcore. Comments and criticis...
I am one of the lucky ones. That's what I've been told my whole life. In a world where all men control their own lives, and all females are bred, raised, and die as pets for the males, I am one of the lucky ones. Here's my story... I was born to my father Preston Vaughn Cox eighteen years ago through a quality female that he bought from The Mayor's Auction....
This is fiction. Do not read if gay action and discipline aren't your thing. ***** I was nervous as I drove through Tucson on my way to meet a man I had met online. I saw his ad on Craigslist and he said he was into dominating other men. I emailed him telling him my interests in this but also told him about my lack of experience with other men. I had been...
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Thank you to everyone for their ideas and for serving as the inspiration for this series. * * * * * Chapter 6 Alex laid there bound and helpless on the table. The light from the ceiling of the cellar of focused directly on her almost nude body. John pulled up a chair and sat down to her right. The other four men remained standing and surrounded her. Her p...
It had been a lovely day, we had spent all afternoon readying the playroom for when we got home that evening. Now it was time to get ready for the awards ceremony we were attending, Brett was receiving an award for his work as a Robson Green lookalike. I had already chosen my outfit, a racy red, figure hugging dress with a low back and slit to the top of m...
Vecchi opened the door to the first of the dragon stable pens and froze in place. Her eyes widened and for a moment, her fatigue clouded brain tried to grapple with what she was seeing. Walking in on bizarre situations wasn't entirely unusual for a slave working for the Dragon Knights of Malkor. The Malkorite's religion of pain and suffering combined with th...
Authoress' notes: This is a(nother) sequel to the Imperial Prostitute series. I know I'll get a lot of negative feedback on this story, but I don't care. I really enjoy writing this, especially the character Ta'tan'ia. If you don't want to read it, don't. I really, really want to end this series, as I do feel as though it's going on too long. However, beside...
"The doctor's ready to see you now, sir," the receptionist said, waving him through to the doctor's office. It was like any other doctor's surgery - magazines in the waiting room, a clean, professional doctor's office with an examination table in the centre. The difference being that Dr. Litt only attended to a very specific clientele. Timothy stood, thanki...
Bagoas luxuriated in having no urgent duties to call him out of his bed in the early morning. He lay back against the soft pillows and enjoyed the feel of the silk sheets against his skin. The soft bed, the tinkling fountains, and the soft noises in the hallway reminded him that he was not at home. Bagoas was a person of power in his own world. He was, inde...