As soon as Master told her that they were going to hold a cunt caning carnival Sheila knew that she was to be the cunt. There was no other possibility. she had no idea what the carnival would involve and there was no way that she could ask, but caning was clear enough. There was no doubt that she was to be caned. How much? By whom? A carnival sounded more t...
This story is just for fun. I don't feel I portrayed anyone in a bad way and I didn't mean to offend anyone. My intention was to write something different and I hope no one gets offended. That said, enjoy... * The room was spacious, overlooking a still lake that shone in the morning sun, casting rays of light over the green countryside. Kate admired the vi...
The next few years were very happy ones for him. His job meaningless, his great passion Miss Kendall's home. She set goals for his health, sending him to a personal trainer three evenings a week. He took additional cooking classes, especially baking and pastry. His whole life revolved around hers. Every evening he looked forward to the moment she walked thro...
How my life had changed in the two months since I had taken in Caroline as my lodger. The arrangement seemed ideal at first – I was a newly divorced male and she was a single girl. Of course, I should have foreseen that the 30 year age gap might present a problem but that is the wonder of hindsight. My few clumsy passes appeared to annoy her but not to the...
An erotic short story for Mistress Tracy, whose supreme dominance is sublime. Brad knelt meekly at the feet of the wife who was now also his dominant mistress, his pink pinafore covering the front of his naked body, beneath it his cock languished in a plastic cage trying desperately to erect. The tight ring around his balls to which the cage was attached...
My girlfriend has a most wicked sexual imagination, her perversity eclipses even my own, though I suspect she would argue the point. Some of you will dismiss this new kink as a joke or some lurkers flame, I assure you it is not: as kinky as this is, every word is true. She had asked for it some months back in the afterglow of one of our monthly playdates....
Further confident and severe looking women arrived, smiling and sneering at the gimp, and pointing at me contemptuously. My erection raged as I watched the superbly dominant Arabella stride positively toward the cellar door; her willing gimp, the once proud and dignified headmaster, on all fours with a tail swinging from his plug. The women laughed at him an...
My carpool drops me off at home after work and I walk up sidewalk fumbling in my purse to find my keys. Standing at the door I reach for the knob and insert the key into the lock. I walk in and am about to throw my purse on the side table kick off my shoes and relax before going to class when I see the candles and wine glasses on the table. I'm confused beca...
Wow, jenny thought, this is just like college night classes for sub sluts. Her Master had left the brochure on the kitchen table when He left for work, telling her that after her morning chores, she should read it, and make a list of the three classes she'd like to take, the ones she could use the most. "Don't worry, my little bitch, over time, you'll take...
The play-times series is a collection of masturbatory exploits at my Mistress' request! On certain evenings I was allowed to wear something sexy and read an erotic story from a book she let me borrow. After the story I was told to play with myself and then the following morning I had to write a report to her telling her what I wore and what scenario I played...