My name is Brittany and I am my boyfriend's sex slave. It didn't start out that way. We met three years ago and after a couple weeks of being friends, we started dating. We had what most would consider quite a normal courtship. Because I have trust issues, I made him wait for sex. We didn't have sex until our second month of being an official couple, but on...
'This is my story. The story of a traitor.' 'I was thrown into the small cell as the bamboo gate creaked shut behind me. Landing on my knees, I scarily looked up to meet the gaze of my unlikely companion. His filthy nakedness looked down upon me, ready to devour the tasteful treat in front of him. Before I could get up, a sharp backhand struck my cheek and...
I am ready. All hair from my chin, my pubic area, my armpits, my arms and legs have been completely shaved, and the result secured with foam. My skin is silky and soft. My hair has grown long and is nicely set. The silicone breast implants in my breasts are wonderful, and the surgical wounds below them have healed to hardly visible scars. I have made a perf...
I no longer view myself as an independent person. I used to be, but I am no longer. I am simply a part of my mistress, living my life serving her curves and every need. I need her to exist, however, she does not need me. She often declares that I am replaceable, and that she is valuable, and she demonstrates that with her very narcissistic attitude. Most day...
At work you hear a buzz on your phone and look to see a text from your dom with the name of a ritzy hotel downtown, directions to a room (but no room number), and instructions on how you are to present yourself when you arrive. After work, you drive to the hotel and follow the directions to find a room at the end of a hallway, but because you do not know the...
Jan sat pensively at the large oak table in her farmhouse kitchen. She was looking at the distant view across the flat misty early autumn fields. She was dressed in her tight grey riding breeches and a baggy white blouse, her light brown medium length hair tied back in a ponytail. She was small 5'5", lightly tanned, slim, skinny even, and fifty-two. She hear...
Letter 3 Saturday, hopelessly hot. For V, gone, not lost, I hope I feel so lonely, so bored, so forfeit. I will try not to say this again, in any other way. I know it is difficult to read this when you can do nothing to help me. Instead I will write about the areas I intend to explore when you come back to our bed. It seems appropriate that they be you...
Standing in front of her I was very nervous with so many thoughts running through my mind. I was so unsure of how to take this to the next level with her. Both of our outward perceptions and words must have seemed so silly had there been any on lookers. Then finally the room fell silent as she turned to me with that grin. Just that quickly her body melted i...
I stood there, bent over the couch, waiting for you next command. "Go into the bathroom and bathe. But do not dry off." You said. I quickly did as instructed, washing my sore ass well. As I washed, I noticed that my pussy was dripping wet and my clit was hard and sensitive. I washed all of the wetness away, leaving my body clean and prepared for your use....
When His e-mail arrived just before lunchtime, she silently rejoiced as she read it: When you get home from work, put on your collar, go directly to the bedroom, strip off everything but the collar, and put on the clothes I have set out for you. Arriving home, she followed the instructions immediately, although she was quite bewildered about the clothing on...