Chapter 1 Thoughts Paula Manzoni was just getting over her birthday celebration. She had just reached sixty - a milestone that, for many, would call for reflections on where life had led and a time for planning for the years that lay ahead. Some, at this age, would be thinking of declining years and think of lessening activities; others would be in fear...
When I woke to see Ann standing in the bedroom smiling at me my feelings of shame and guilt began to overwhelm me. I could see tears in Ann's eyes, just short of falling down her cheeks. I realized that I was naked and that Joan was standing there looking at me, as well as Sanya. Ann and I both began to talk at the same time, but I let Ann go when I realize...
Shala was already bored. As the least senior concubine at the temple of Ishtar, she was always the very first "conquest" by the males on their erotic Odyssey to save Princess Carya. Still young at the tender age of 19, she was already quite world weary. A constant parade of tired old men or hopeless sissy boys had made her question her decision to become an...
Astrid assumed her position on the milking floor. Her massive udders were heavy and she needed relief in the worst way. The nipples ached and wept milk - she had bristled during inspection and for her rebellion she had been left in her cubical. Astrid actually had not meant to give offense - however, she had been unusually tender for the last week. She resi...
I'd been watching them for a good ten minutes. Watching the two of them grinning at one another like a couple of teenagers out on a first date. Watching the damn man fawning over her like some gigolo on a mission. Watching her, Helen, who had stolen my heart the moment I'd set eyes on her twenty-three years ago, responding to his overtures in a way that a ma...
Sliding my strap-on dildo into Malik Clarkson's ass, I smiled with utmost satisfaction. I had him right where I wanted him. Face down and ass up, that's the way I like to fuck my men. In case you're wondering who this is, my name is Wahidat Suleiman and I'm a young Black woman of Somali descent living in the City of Toronto, Ontario. I'm five-foot-six, slim...
It was a beautiful evening in the spring of 1982. My wife and I were taking a drive up the coast of California for an evening stroll. She was driving. We had been married for about 5 years. She was 27, and I was 30. My wife is feminine, but she grew up as a tom boy. I had no idea that she would take so well to my submissive desires to be her sissy husband. T...
In a society that otherwise resembles our own, mass slavery has persisted into the 21st Century. It is a common and accepted feature of public and private life. Males and females of all ethnic backgrounds are held thrall, without status or legal rights. They are quite literally living property, and may be bought, sold and used for any purpose, including: har...
"After a grand wedding, a wife should be pleasing her husband in as many ways as possible. That's tradition. When a husband displeases a wife, that's tradition too. But what if the husband displeases her wife too much because of lack of sex? Well, that is a problem solved by bondage." Louise was quickly entered into the world of bondage as she read the prev...
Henry was desperate. It had been a long car ride with his boyfriend, Jack, and he hadn't been allowed to stop and run into a bathroom at any point in the past four hours. They had gone through a few fast food drive throughs, but every time Jack assured Henry, "Just hold it, baby. We'll be there soon," and gave him more and more water to drink. By the time th...