My own arousal at fever pitch I just can't hold back a moment longer. I put the cane aside and walk over in front of Isabelle and Sonia, Anna and Patti turning to look. "Watch this, you cunts!" I say, taking cock in hand and smacking their taut, pained tummies, using it as a club. This cock of mine, so electrifyingly alive, now craves contact with the smoo...
Once again I wake up in a cloudy haze. I really hope that this doesn't happen every single time I have to do something. I'm still in shock about the orientation. What kind of company is this? I thought it was just a research facility for medical and psychological purposes. I guess I was partially correct from the fucking slideshow I saw. Being forced to beco...
The Diane portion of the story is essentially as it happened. The Mary portion has happened many times...in my imagination. "So what was the kinkiest thing you ever did," asked the woman sitting in seat 12B. 12A felt a sudden surge of blood to his groin. My name is Brian and I occupied 12A on what seemed like an endless flight from NYC to Chicago. It wa...
Genre-buster, or genre-slave? You decide! * I've read them, you've read them. The genre. The visiting aunt who gives enemas to nieces and nephews. Aunt Amy, Aunt Betty, Aunt Carol, Aunt Clem (my favourite) and many others. It is a familiar theme, it seems, and most of them are well-written (I speak as an English major). Why is it the aunt though? It can...
Hank led Anastasia into the house and straight to a room that contains many things that are familiar and yet unfamiliar to Anastasia. There is what looks like a doctor's examination table only lower with stirrups in the center of the room. There is what appears to be an IV stand next to it. There is also something that looks like a traction handle above the...
The next night Edna warned John and Jane, "I have a friend from the Astarte Nunnery who is coming tonight. Do you mind if I have some ..." "Sex? That's right," answered John, "You'll have her, we will have each other." "What's her name, Edna?" asked Jane. "Chang Lequ. She is of Chinese descent." John guffawed and explained, "Lequ is the Chinese translati...
Author's Note: Mistress Pepper and Sophie are "anonymized" versions of me and my slave-girl. The real me. All of my stories are (or should I say will be) my memories of a session with a sub. Thus, they are true stories. Only in this version details have been changed to protect the sub. I do live in Mobile about 10 months of the year (the remaining two I spe...
WARNING: This is a FANTASY story. It may contain themes of consensual non-consent, slavery, dominance/submission, and/or extreme pain. Please do not try any of this at home. Do not try ANY fantasy with ANYONE unless you've discussed it in detail with them beforehand. Informed consent is fucking mandatory. ***** I have the best job in the world. Usually, a...
The sun shining through the wide open windows woke Rina earlier than she had hoped. Joly, her Mistress for the weekend, had ordered her to sleep late and stay in her room. There would be a Super Bowl party later that day and Mistress Joly did not want her little slavegirl to know what was coming. Rina lay in bed wondering. On the one hand she was nearing th...
As Kysia looked at Sawyer, her breath intensified. She couldn't wait to put him in a chastity belt. God, she couldn't wait. Kysia's ex-husband, Bramwell, had gone out of his mind in chastity. Kysia would leave Bramwell in the belt for two to six weeks at a time, and parade around in front of him wearing only panties and maybe a little mauve low cut T-shirt...