James was walking through the mall. Life had been really hard lately and he couldn't imagine anything making it better. He was bored of everything, thing excited him. He had seen the girl in the candy store before but he couldn't place where. He looked at his watch, the store was closing in 15minutes, and just maybe he could at least try and get a phone numb...
In my first story for you I revealed a little about myself I was a young girl, quite attractive with a good figure, I lost my virginity at fifteen and had been with about ten boys when I met my boyfriend who I am still with today. My boyfriend liked to show me off, encourage me to wear revealing clothes and loved me to tell him stories about me getting shagg...
As always, all parties are 18+. ***** You may think my life is weird, or strange. But, I like it. I live with a married couple, and I don't have a normal job. I'm not a nanny; we are all childless. I am a toy, a playmate. I am theirs. I address them as Master and Mistress, and we love each other in our own ways. I do take care of the house because it's par...
Bobby Hague - aged 18 storyteller Dora Hague - aged 38, Bobby's mum Mike Newton - aged 18 Bobby's best friend Gladys Newton - aged 40 Mike's mum Arthur and Liz Sellars, Tom and Annie Gleason neighbours. * * * * * If I had waited a little longer I would probably have heard mother suggesting that a few neighbours could be asked to avoid it being obvious that...
He unbuttoned her jacket, slid it down her shoulders and off, and threw it over the back of a chair. Next he unbuttoned her blouse. Her bra latched in the front and he unhooked it and ran his hands over her round breasts. She shuddered, chilled. Her nipples stood out hard and resilient as rubber toys. "What do you think about when you're jerking off," he sa...
Melanie sat in a chair, her arms bound to a bar overhead. Her knees were up and her legs were spread, her ankles tied securely to the leg of the chair, which was nailed down to the floor. Her eyes was blindfolded by a heavy black cloth, tied so tight that her eyes were forced to be shut. Her black hair fell on front of her, he tips just brushing her bare nip...
The following is absolutely true, word for word. The incident was inspired by a story my slave and I wrote for Literotica a month or so ago. Once we wrote it, it just HAD to be tried. Sadly, truth is often stranger than fiction. But I was delighted by her obedience. Incidentally, this is written by the slave herself, in her unique third person reference to h...
Over and over, the whip snaps, crisscrossing pale white skin. The submissive kneeling before me tries to remain quiet, but is well aware from experience that the more noise she makes the sooner the beating will end. Periodically, the whip falls on a particularly sensitive spot and she screams. I especially enjoy the screams, and aim to make her scream every...
I have sat by streams, watching the water slowly trickle around a smooth shaped rock, something at one time that was probably foreign to its surroundings. As time continued the water slowly erodes away the rough edges, slowly smoothes out the hard surface until it became part of the picturesque image, until it became a part of the stream. It’s natural, and i...
He came behind her without warning. Her delicate arm was dipping into the bath water to check the temperature. He was home early and nervously, her thoughts scattered. She was to be cleaned, shaven, and oiled upon His arrival- always. Would he punish her? He grabbed her free arm and pulled it behind her back. She grunted quietly at the pain. He grasped her...