Bobby Garfield was taking a walk around the property he had inherited from his grandmother. It was an old farm with a large stone farmhouse, a large wooden barn with stables underneath. It had been almost completely restored, but as a computer consultant, he had little time for country living. He kind of liked living in the big city and the variety of women...
A letter to my Master telling him how I felt after the other night Master is coming round tonight and I have the flat to myself. He wants me dressed and ready for him. Good! I am aching for his meaty manhood and looking forward to tasting his cum. He has given me instructions as to what I must wear and I know exactly what will turn him on most. I have the...
I am Pat, just a normal guy, or at least I thought so previously. But, I have always been fascinated by T-girls, cross-dressers and women. I often go on the internet to sites where T-girls and others post photos and videos. I especially like sites that show T-Gurls and women bound and gagged, getting face-fucked, receiving cum facials, or showing them gettin...
This is a continuation of Sabrina’s exploits first explored in Chapter 2 of Nigel’s story. This is complete in itself but if you are interested in how she got to where we are now, you might visit the earlier work. As always your feedback is greatly appreciated and if there are any couples or girls in Australia who would like to play in rl please come forward...
The drive from the library to my house was pretty short, but it seemed to last forever. Amanda stayed right behind me in her car the entire time. Before long we were pulling into my driveway and getting out of our cars. I helped Amanda carry her bag inside. As soon as we were through the door I set down the bag and turned to face Amanda. "You know the rule...
Days passed and I still hadn't been punished for saying "no" to my Master... In the delirium of my slut training, the word just slipped out and I couldn't take it back. It hung there for a moment and faded. I wondered where it had gone. His reaction was only of mild shock and I realized how much I was his property; it made me happy that he truly never expect...
Naked, I lay down on the bench. It was padded, covered with black leather. My head overhung the end of the bench, but was resting on a chair, having poked through the gap between the back and seat. The chair's back legs were fastened to the legs of the bench with rope. I looked up at the ceiling. A boring, plain white ceiling. Well I'd have something more i...
You've come home from work on your break for lunch, and are making yourself a sandwich. You pour yourself some iced tea and take the sandwich on a plate to the bedroom. I tell you that we have fresh cherries, and give you some to eat. You grudgingly take a few and eat them between mouthfuls of sandwich. I want to talk but you don't seem to be in the mood for...
This is my first story submission, all creative comments are welcome. A special thanks to Jack Orff for his editing. ********************************************** Well, she had been unemployed for two months now, and still there was no light at the end of the tunnel. She had a last resort option, but even that was starting to look better then having the...
Maggie hated the daily commute. Same routine, same smells, same noises, same faces. Morning and evening Monday to Friday and the only change was if the train was late, oh the excitement that that can generate. So here we are again. Thursday and the five o'clock. Fight to get on, fight for a seat, didn't manage to get the window so it's the aisle. Get the boo...