It was Saturday at ten in the morning and I had just finished my laundry. I am George Harris, 33, tall a little chubby, single. I am a staff photographer for a university. The home I was living in was inherited from my Grandparents. My neighborhood was originally developed after WWII and the house is what is known as a teardown because the area is being rede...
Miranda slipped the strap of her sandal around her ankle and bent to fasten the tiny buckle. It glinted silver in the light from her dressing table and she stood back up, turning carefully as she checked herself in the mirror. Her silver sandals had six inch heels and made her quite tall--something she enjoyed since she was usually only five foot four. She...
Twenty minutes to go. A few days ago I had posted an ad online looking for someone to come to my place so that I could, to quote my ad, "get treated like a tranny slut by a true Dom of a man." I kept the ad low-key and photo-less to ensure none of my colleagues from work saw it of course, but more importantly, I was a Domme in my own spare time and did not w...
She was late... Perhaps that meant she had changed her mind. It had been her idea, after all, to learn under me, to submit to my dominion over her. This was after she'd discovered it was I, all along, who'd had her best interests at heart. And it was not just because I wanted her to get some direction, some discipline, in her life. I looked at my watch ag...
The Master had spent the evening preparing for His long-time slave, Lilly, to come lay with Him. He had lowered the lights softly and placed candles in smaller corners of room, adding a golden glow of ambiance. In the background, soft sounds of His own compositions played as He took her by the hand and led her into the room. Softly cupping her face in His h...
So, confession time. I went on a kinky cruise to Newfoundland ("guaranteed to get ya puffin!") a while back. If you've never been to Newfoundland, a rocky Canadian island in the North Atlantic, maybe you haven't heard about this thing they do called "screeching in." It's kind of like a hazing, where they make tourists pay to do a bunch of silly things like k...
He looked at his slave, laying spread eagle on his king sized bed, and his cock twitched in anticipation. Her hands and feet were bound by leather cords to each bed post, leaving her body in the shape of an X, giving him easy access to her pleasure spots. Her pussy was neatly shaved, just like he'd demanded, and he eyed the delicate folds of skin between her...
All characters in this story were over the legal age of consent (18) when the events took place. Author's Note: I would strongly suggest that you read 'Amy the Exhibitionist' Part 27 before reading this document. The lives of Amy and Emily have come together and everything will make a lot more sense if you read Amy part 27 first. V * Sara and I are gett...
The ad was somewhat cryptic – "Must be broadminded". It was only an afternoon's work, and at minimum wage. But I was a student, I was broke, and beggars can't be choosers. I was the right sex – male; the right age - under twenty-five; and I was desperate enough to be up for pretty much anything, within reason. So I phoned, then and there, from my mobile. Th...
{Usually when I write a true story about something, they get panned pretty good as not being believable. But this one really did happen. It just popped into my head this morning when some Doctor made the news for using his fingers more than he is supposed to.} +++ The year was 1962, the world as we know it today did not even exist. The 60's were the hipp...