When I started this journey, all those weeks ago, I stated that I had no intention of locking my husband in a chastity device, no intention of caning or spanking him, and so on. Well, it hasn't turned out like that, and for the most part, hubby has been accepting of our changed roles, and of his loss of control over his life. His acceptance came to an abrup...
Nicki had enjoyed the feeling of being held tightly in a helpless and exposed condition by David while Caroline attended to her pussy. This fact had not escaped David's notice and, combined with Caroline's desire to play the schoolgirl for David, would lead to a very satisfying interlude for all concerned. First of all Nicki had to recover from her time on...
The Schoolhouse was Rob and Penny's first home together and it was perfect. The grey stone building had lots of character and was set in a very private garden just outside the village which was only an hour's commute to Rob's office. Rob's recent promotion meant that Penny had been able to give up her IT job with a major corporation and the aim was for her...
Trudy sits at a high stool, enjoying the view across the Thames towards St Pauls. Self-consciously tugs down her skirt; not a night-clubbing out on the pull mini, but shorter than usual. Dangles a shoe in manner guaranteed to set any foot fetishist's pulse racing; what appear to be hyper-expensive Louboutins are in reality 30 quid knock-offs from a Walthamst...
Author's Note - This Chapter has some elements of non-consent again, but they are brief. This story is filed in Novels but is heavily BDSM in nature so feel free to skip over it if that's not your thing! Thanks everyone for continuing to read and support this story! For those just jumping in here, I recommend starting at chapter 1 to fully understand the c...
Eventually, my tongue a little worse for wear, only Arabella, Miranda, and Agnes and her sissy remained as the fat ginger woman said her goodbyes. Though chubby, she was just as attractive as any of the other women, just as dominant. I had thoroughly enjoyed delving into her soft folds when punished, and had been closed to coming when she took her turn with...
Joyce Ch. 01: The Choice Looking back from the vantage point of three score years and ten, one sees many scenarios where an alternative choice of action could have sent events in a completely different direction – maybe for the better and maybe not. I have often thought of what might have happened had I elected to be bolder at certain times. Forty years a...
"Wake up slut." Oh no. I must have slept all day. Instead of waiting by the door for my wife's arrival, I was still in bed. I was so angry with myself for not doing my husbandly duties, for disappointing my Mistress/Wife, for earning a severe caning. Something was wrong though. She didn't seem angry or upset. Quite the opposite, she seemed quite pleased....
Her picture literally jumped out at me from the web page. Nothing explicit, no facial features, just a picture of neck and chest of a redhead clad in a rather sexy bra, well filled but not overflowing. Careful inspection reveals that she is wearing matching panties and the overall impression is of a lady who takes good care of herself and feels confidently s...
I opened the door to the first of my guests - Michael Cisse and Amanda. Michael was in his late thirties, Nigerian by birth, but has been living in the UK for many years. He ran a successful import/export business, importing Nigerian agricultural product into the UK and exporting British furniture and luxury goods to Nigeria, for the country's growing rich c...