This is another Real Life chronicle of my lifestyle choice as a live-in slave to Mistress. I have written this particular description at the request of a number of people who believe that my depiction of the special day I shared with Mistress (Slave Georgina's Date) would be made all the more exceptional when read against the background and knowledge of wha...
It's a Wednesday in October, early morning, somewhere in the northwest area of Las Vegas, Nevada. The setting is a home, the arena is the living room area. There are several Spectators to watch the action that is about to unfold, seated on the couches and chairs that line the walls of the large living room. The Contestants in today's Pissing Contest emerge f...
The second outfit has arrived, the package is on my bed. I've showered, shaved and oiled as the instructions said and now have no excuse not to open it and discover my fate for this afternoon. Opening the box brings an interestingly pungent smell to my nostrils, peeling away the layers of tissue reveals black shiny material, I sigh gently and pull the vario...
There is never time for even kisses once the door is closed and the helmets are unstrapped and off. I know exactly what must happen, there can be no prevarication, no need to dance around it; not with the invisible force flowing between us, around us, inside of us, all through us. Gloves are pulled off and he unbuckles the straps and parts the studs on our l...
Prose that Blows 9: Vinylady vs. The Penetrator Vinylady floated imposingly over the battered bad guy. "It should help you in court that the launch codes aren't compromised," she reassured him. Her pink and black day costume shone wetly in the noonday sun. As federal agents dragged Captain Klepto off, however, he cackled, "No, but you will be!" Vinylady's...
It was dark when I got home from work. The winter sun, tiring of the cold, had sunk promptly at five o'clock, and my drive home was in darkness. About the only good news was that the solstice was about a week away, and then the days would slowly but surely begin to lengthen. I pulled into my driveway, decided not to brave the cold to check the mailbox, and...
All characters are over the age of 18 years old. ***** Hello. My name is Justine, and I'm a 25 year old single male whose fetish curiosity had finally gotten the best of me. My owner granted me permission to recount my story. I started collecting Playboy magazines at an early age. When I had my first computer at the age of 18, the world of porn opened...
I met Kyla in off craigslist. We exchanged a few messages and moved onto email for a few weeks before we agreed to meet. We seemed compatible enough despite our 19 year age difference. I'm a purely deviant, sexually charged man. I'm not pigeonholed into any particular fetish but I'm a dominate top to start. I stay away from the local fetish scene as its cli...
Like most women, I was never entirely satisfied with my appearance. I had always wanted bigger breasts - not huge, but... bigger. C cup. Maybe a D. And while I wasn't exactly 'fat', I had always been envious of slender women with narrow waists. So waking to find that, in addition to not being dead, I was possessed of a beautifully curved body was, well, some...
Part 1 - Setting up Louise had stayed at the Institute for 5 years. The first three years had comprised the basic studying of the human animal, as well as the rigorous regime for conditioning the mind and body. She had learnt to control all the outward signs of her response to unexpected and embarrassing personal situations. At first this had been difficult...