Jamie woke abruptly to a sharp stinging on her behind accompanied by a loud smack. It surprised her more than anything. Taking a quick look around she realized quickly that she had had dozed off on the carpet she had been told to stay on and had actually fallen onto her side. She shook it off easily rising back to her knees, managing to sputter out, "I'm sor...
Jamie walked up to the door slowly, feeling her heels sink into the freshly watered lawn in front of the porch. She clarified the numbers "1520" in tarnished faux gold above the door. This was the place. She stepped onto the porch, and stood there a moment, hesitantly. She reached her freshly polished nail to ring the doorbell before noticing it had been tap...
The next week was pure hell. For Henry. Every night his mother and sister would tie him to the table and jerk him off. He always had his ass caned when he came. Sometimes Lilly would jerk him off. Sometimes Lauren would do it. But he always got hit when he came. He wanted to leave but he had nowhere to go. Some nights Lilly would jerk him as fast as she cou...
I closed my eyes as I stood under the shower head, the water raining down wetting my honey brown hair, cascading over my shoulders and down my body. With a contented sign, I let myself relax, pleased to see the end of a very long and difficult week. As steam rose around me clouding the mirrors, the water melted the tensions in my muscles as I enjoyed the war...
In Which an Elven Servant Suffers a Succubus to Live in Her Home Chapter 25 *** The one catgirl keeps staring at me with this wide eyed expression while I mix drinks. It doesn't bother me, but it's the kind of thing where, if she wasn't so cute, it would be super creepy. It's flattering, but a little weird. I'm not used to being an object of affection tha...
It was Elle's first visit to the Slave Farm; never in her wildest dreams did she think she would end up in such a place. Her old Master had decided he wanted to cut down on his slaves and had heard of the Slave Auction to be held on the first Tuesday of April. He did not wish to make money, although a slave in prime condition, as Elle was, brought a tidy su...
July 30, 2006 Being dominant had affected her throughout her life. Being so competitive at sports and team activities she swore them off at a young age, content to play alone on the swings or to read a book under a tree. Throughout her life she loved watching people. How they interact, how they relate to each other. It gave her a great sense of satisfaction...
The loneliness had been getting to Sally. All week she had been missing Tom. She had thought it would get better over time, but it only seemed to get worse. That first week, going to the bar, going on dates, even kissing a few coworkers-that had been fun. And easy. But lately, things had only seemed to get harder. The thought of permanent separation had bee...
This story is a graphic tale of a Dom and his very submissive transgendered male. If you are offended by tales of BDSM and sex between consenting adults then read no further... other wise enjoy. Feel free to leave honest comments or suggestions, it really does encourage those of us who write to continue... ***** She was stretched tall, and naked, I knew...
I heard a dog bark in the distance. A chink of light came around the edge of the blind as the sun rose for the start of another day. As it climbed a little more, patterns of light danced on the wall until a single strong beam was cast on the wooden crucifix that hung directly opposite the end of my bed. Another day! But this was no ordinary day -- it was th...