In Which an Elven Servant Suffers a Succubus to Live in Her Home Chapter 25 *** The one catgirl keeps staring at me with this wide eyed expression while I mix drinks. It doesn't bother me, but it's the kind of thing where, if she wasn't so cute, it would be super creepy. It's flattering, but a little weird. I'm not used to being an object of affection tha...
It was Elle's first visit to the Slave Farm; never in her wildest dreams did she think she would end up in such a place. Her old Master had decided he wanted to cut down on his slaves and had heard of the Slave Auction to be held on the first Tuesday of April. He did not wish to make money, although a slave in prime condition, as Elle was, brought a tidy su...
July 30, 2006 Being dominant had affected her throughout her life. Being so competitive at sports and team activities she swore them off at a young age, content to play alone on the swings or to read a book under a tree. Throughout her life she loved watching people. How they interact, how they relate to each other. It gave her a great sense of satisfaction...
The loneliness had been getting to Sally. All week she had been missing Tom. She had thought it would get better over time, but it only seemed to get worse. That first week, going to the bar, going on dates, even kissing a few coworkers-that had been fun. And easy. But lately, things had only seemed to get harder. The thought of permanent separation had bee...
This story is a graphic tale of a Dom and his very submissive transgendered male. If you are offended by tales of BDSM and sex between consenting adults then read no further... other wise enjoy. Feel free to leave honest comments or suggestions, it really does encourage those of us who write to continue... ***** She was stretched tall, and naked, I knew...
I heard a dog bark in the distance. A chink of light came around the edge of the blind as the sun rose for the start of another day. As it climbed a little more, patterns of light danced on the wall until a single strong beam was cast on the wooden crucifix that hung directly opposite the end of my bed. Another day! But this was no ordinary day -- it was th...
Part VIII -- Topping From Below Despite the troubling prospect of it all, Besand continued to nurture his new relationship with Suzy. Dalia was gone nearly every evening now. Besand kept meaning to talk to her about it, but he never got around to it. He didn't find much comfort in any of his older consorts either. It seemed that Suzy always captured the maj...
Being a model for this sculptor had become strange, alarming. Quickly I had been fondled, ordered how to sit, and had clay smeared over my aroused tits. And now I was crouching doggy-style on a cold stone bench being asked to stay there while the sculptor walked across the cold hard concrete behind me. Whenever he walked back to his gear I heard five steps...
A few years ago, I decided to start a scholarship program for underprivileged and wayward girls. I am happy to say that, through my program, four young women have been able to go to college so far, with another expected to graduate each year. Furthermore, they have risen above their former circumstances and have entered the world as educated, self-confident,...
I walk in the door and toss my keys onto the side table. You're not home and I have the house to myself. All I want to do is take a long hot shower. Usually, you just hose me off in the yard. The water is always freezing cold and you make a point of spraying me in the face often as you are hose down my ass and cunt. I put up with it because I have no choice....