They met on a kinky sex website. One that had several rooms that catered to every kink imaginable. The room they met in dealt in consensual rape...an oxymoron for sure but his kink, nonetheless. She was not well versed in the world of kink but was curious, and rape, oddly enough, was where she chose to start. And he was more than happy to accommodate her fan...
Sarah and I had been fighting a lot lately, but nothing like this. I'd put up with so much shit and I finally vented my feelings the day before my birthday, exploding in anger, calling her out on every single thing she did that pissed me off that I had bottled in. Rather than react in anger, she stood there smirking the entire time, occasionally laughing....
The Locksmith Shop This is a continuation of my previous story, the Locksmith, where I am trapped in a metal chastity cage by a broken lock. We called the local locksmith, but instead of helping me out of my predicament, he unlocked both my wife's and my sexuality. Amy and I had a sleepless night. After Amy sobered up we talked nearly all night. It seemed...
So I just got reminded of my trip to Paris with a couple of old girlfriends from school. This was after we'd graduated, but, when I went over as part of my 21st birthday present. I told my Dad that I wanted to do a kind of pilgrimage and visit all the churches and cathedrals, but he knew it was bullshit of course, otherwise I'd go to Rome, right? I've been o...
Brief intro ~ Till Death Do Us Part was a sitcom on British teevee during the sixties and seventies (it also made a comeback in the nineties); it was often misunderstood by racists who didn't grasp the fact that the leading character was a bigoted buffoon and obviously a laughable, despicable idiot. American readers may know the stolen (literally) US version...
Follows my story The Deal, but can stand alone. ***** The outfit wasn't Matt's first choice in clothing, but he didn't see why a sorority girl would kick up a fuss and refuse to wear it. The band of the lacy white bra dug into his ribs a little sure, but he figured a girl would be used to that sort of thing. Anyway, he suspected the bra and matching pantie...
Chapter 1 The Decline Starts It was a crisp January winters day, the day I was made redundant. As I cleared my desk and prepared to leave my place of employment for the last time, the sense of betrayal left me angry and confused. Angry, because I had just been informed that I was surplus to requirements, redundant, let go. Call it what you will, I was out...
I was attending an Exhibition of the Artwork from my Art College as some of my watercolours were on show. One of the patrons was this gorgeous blond woman in a smart dark suit with a tight skirt to the knee, and open at the neck to show some cleavage. I thought she would be out of my league but she approached me and chatted me up. Her name was Julia and she...
We frequently refer to the four-to-midnight shift as the 'Swing' shift. I don't know for sure why but the name goes back to the nineteen forties; it might have something to do with the music popular at that time. Anyway, I had rotated back to Swings and was looking forward to visiting with Tina after my shift. The shift went pretty much as expected. There w...
4-3 My study of Slave Yoga is proceeding splendidly. With the incentive of the slave treats and the mock threat of the slave whip constantly cracking over my head my movements in class are now more graceful and fluid than many of the slave girls. I know that my moves are better, even if the slave girls get more attention from the men in the window because t...