"I have thought about what you are offering and I am willing to submit to you as my master." The words crossed her lips with a surety and understanding above her 18 years. She would commit to her master wholly and completely, whatever that involved. A smile crossed his lips with the knowledge of this. He would control her, dominate her, watch her submit and...
It was incredibly difficult talking to my best friend Liz concerning the momentous changes in my marriage that occurred over the past two months. I had long suspected that she considered me a prude, or at the very least, sexually non-adventurous. Perhaps, compared to her, I was. I had only known Liz a little more than a year and both of us were quite reserv...
I knock three times at Professor Conrad's office. Nothing. I knock harder. "Come in," he bellows. I give myself one last mental pep talk before opening the door. He stares at his computer screen with a furrowed brow. "Hello, professor!" I say cheerily. "I was hoping I could talk to you about my essay." He glances up at me and back at the screen. "Yes?"...
Hi everyone :) this is my first ever published erotic book. I'm hoping to explore various dynamics from D/s, DDLG, HoH. I want to do this alongside interracial, white, black couples etc with each respective relationship(maybe a series?). I would really really appreciate feedback because I'm so nervous about this. But I hope it's arousing, as well as interest...
Dear Shoeblossom: On my eighteenth birthday, Ms. Sandefur summoned me and forced me to perform between her legs, and came wetly on my face, telling me that she'd taught me a valuable skill. Who knows? After I left school and started at Balloil College, part of Oxford University, I had a nice allowance, and began seeing a professional dominatrix, Moira, and...
Well I figured my mouth would get me in trouble sometime. The words that Master doesn't like slip in and out of my speech at time. I don't use them badly I guess in my mind it doesn't always sound bad. I never use the big swears. I think that my mind is trained to use only the ones that wouldn't get me kicked out of class in high school. We could get away wi...
Steven checked his phone. Frustrated, he slammed it down on the table. What is this girl's problem? he asked himself. Angelina walked through the Prada store looking for the perfect black dress. Not once did she think about Steven. Not once did she think about how selfish she was or how the game she was playing was about to get dangerous. Steven had checke...
This preface is the background for most of my bondage and slavery stories. It describes a world where most girls are enslaved. Their bodies become owned property with no rights at all. At the moment most of my stories are brief visions into this world and do not exist in any order or anything that could be called a "book" but perhaps they will become organiz...
I left school that day and drove back to the adult book store in Seattle. On the drive, I settled on the leather paddle I'd seen earlier, but changed my mind when I saw what I learned is a riding crop. I was instantly hard thinking how disciplining my slave (and leaving a visible mark for her husband to see) would not only turn me on but excite her, as well....
The tears flowed on this mid-July morning as Elizabeth and Jennifer sat in the kitchen, drinking coffee and sharing their frustrations with each other. It had been a long five months for the two widows and friends, whose husbands had been killed in a February car accident as they were driving home from a college basketball game. Elizabeth, called Lizzie by...