A Learning Time In The BDSM Lifestyle: A Master's love & a sub's trust A Master's love for his sub runs deep, and is earned and gives with A/all his heart. He earns the trust of the person becoming his sub. T/they grow T/together in a relationship that will take T/them into a lifestyle where T/they work to please the other. This process starts with a courti...
By the looks of Miss Brandi Belle there would be no way to guess what she did for a living. She appears like, maybe a college girl or even someone who works at the neighborhood Cold Stone store. She has shoulder length brown hair that is close to mousy in appearance. Brandi wears glasses that hide her dark eyes. As for her body, it's cute enough but not some...
We step out of the restaurant into the summer evening air. It is humid, and begins to rain. It is the sort of weather that precedes a heavy storm. Gusts of wind cause your dress to furl up and sway, and occasional large, heavy, droplets fall from the darkening sky on to your soft cheeks. I hail a taxi and we step in. We sit almost in silence during the jour...
Hercules had been traveling in the land of Cadmia when he encountered the Anthropophagi. The Anthropophagi were a cannibalistic tribe that worshiped Mazikin, the god of chaos and destruction. Mazikin was an ancient foe of Zeus, the King of the Olympian Gods and father to many godlings and mortals, including Hercules. Mazikin had sided with the Titans during...
Author's Note: Previously, I had written a letter to my father and sent it to him. It worked out wonderfully, and I decided to send one to my Mom as well. Hers will be for Mother's Day, as a small token of my appreciation for her being such a great mother. She inspired me in more ways than I can begin to express. This letter is a feeble attempt to let her k...
I love being a sissy. I have been in permanent chastity since 27 Sep 2016, and am loving it. I have sissy training rules that are focused on keeping me doing the household chores and training me to be rented out as a cheap sissy whore/maid, a list of sissy motivational sayings which I listen to on repeat whilst doing nightly chores, and service rules for th...
Typing, "Yes Sir", she knew she has to follow up with her real name and address. Her heart thumped in her chest. Butterflies, or maybe nausea, causing the very real tremors in her stomach and chest area. How could she have got to this place. She had it all. A great home, great kids - now growing up for sure, great husband, ok financially and with time on her...
The slave walked barefoot down the quiet, shadowy corridor in the evening cool, on his way to call – and service - on a guest of the house. He was sent frequently on such errands, for not only was he finely featured, with soft curls, girlish skin, and large grey eyes, but he was skilled in his work; which was to provide maximum pleasure and satisfaction, thr...
Biting her lower lip (as she tended to do when frustrated), Jen scrolled through page after page of online romance stories. Open. Scan. Close. Repeat. 'None of these will do,' she thought to herself and sighed. Scott deserved more. Perhaps she would write *their* story - even though it was still very much unfolding. At the thought of her beloved, Jen brigh...
"Like it?" Debbie said as she closed the bedroom door and entered the living room. She was wearing only her gold ankle bracelet and her red negligee. I felt her lovers huge cock grow inside my mouth as I sucked him hard. She proceeded over to the couch, pulled my head off his cock and sat on his huge pole. Debbie and I had talked about this scene for quite...