Note to readers: I've had a lot of comments to please finish this story. Thank you very much! I want you to know that the story is complete and I will be publishing a chapter a day until all thirteen are posted. DISCLAIMER: This is included in the novel/novella category because of length. It is a mother/son incest story. There are also instances of abuse (t...
Chapter 01: Waiting for the Mistress There I was, standing stark naked, alone in the small dungeon room, waiting. After what felt like several minutes I found myself shivering, not because I was cold but because I was nervous; nervous for the unexpected. I had come to the dungeon to fulfil my inner submissive desire to serve a Mistress as a pleasure/sex sl...
Bonnie didn't know why He put her in the box. Normally He used it as part of her conditioning. Did He think she needed a refresher? A stream of questions began running through her head. He built the Sensory Deprivation Box off an experience he had back when he had had a cast on his arm. When it was removed, his arm was very sensitive to the touch. The sligh...
My mistress liked to play games with me. Let me rephrase that, she liked to make me play games for her. OK, one more try, she liked to TORMENT me and often used games that were heavily weighed against me to do it. On Tuesday she told me to be ready for a new game this weekend, and to take care of myself so as not to get sick. She had me take zinc pills to b...
When I came home from the hospital, recovering from a heart attack, I found my wife's wedding ring hanging from my neck tied in place with strands of hair. I assumed they were her own. During the discharge process, I discovered that she had been admitted to the psych ward of the hospital for some sort of psychotic break from reality, a possible dissociative...
I never head him coming up behind me. By the time James had his hands on my wrists, had my arms twisted up behind my back, it was too late - I was in his control. It was all I could do to keep the smile from my lips when I felt his breath hot against my ear. “You’re mine, little one . . . MY little fucktoy” My teeth bit into my bottom lip to stifle a moa...
Copyright 2008 Dualduet. All rights reserved. Be sure to read the other side of the story by James Learning To Fly Such a wonderful treat, Daddy, to be out with you, to relax and have some time where we can relax together. To laugh and be silly and have some fun. To dance, swaying slowly together, your hand tenderly curled in the small of my back and my...
Once upon a time there lived a kinky girl, a very kinky girl indeed, named, well never mind her real name, her chosen nick for play was "Cinderella", for reasons which will become apparent later. Cinderella lived in a polyamorous family with an assortment of bdsm proclivities with her "Daddy" (a switch - top to Cinderella and bottom to his Domme to whom he...
My wife and I have known Charlie since he was 18 and leaving for college. Now he's about 25 and a physicist, working in the space program industry. The man is a genius, but has sacrificed his social life due to the "nerd" label that really does apply to him. With the opposite sex, he just is beyond his comfort zone, and has admitted his shame in still being...
Fred Smith was sure he was in Hell. It wasn't bad enough that he'd wiped out on his very expensive hover bike at around two hundred miles an hour. It wasn't bad enough that the crash had reduced his less-than-fit twenty-one-year-old body to a pile of ruined meat but an intact brain. It wasn't bad enough that the prosthetic body they'd put the bio-pod contai...