I'd gone to Paddles, a bondage club in New York City, originally for no other reason then to try and remove the dreams I'd been having as of late. I'm not sure exactly what started the dreams but some erotic literature I had received at my apartment had definitely brought them to the forefront of my mind. The dream was a recurring one and, nightly, at least...
This story was written as an assignment for my former Mentor, a wonderful Dom in Florida named Jack. i met Him online when i began exploring BDSM 5 years ago, before I met Master Falcon. Jack would give me writing assignments with specific topics as a way to help me learn about various aspects of BDSM. He would critique my writing as a way to help me learn f...
It had been a long year since Eleanor had been sentenced to infibulation of her vulva for that year. She still thought she had been punished very severely for her adulterous relationship with another woman's husband, but she also realized that in this women-ruled republic, women who disgraced their sex would be severely disciplined. The man she had been scre...
The new housekeeper, Miss Spargrove landed the thick wooden Spencer paddle for the fiftieth time on Shawn Cirrito's reddened buttocks, and Shawn bit her tongue to keep from screaming. As the paddle, built with holes throughout to make swinging easier and more painful landed again on Shawn's ass, she wondered what Ross was doing. Miss Spargrove had had hi...
This is a true account. I choose that word carefully, for this is not a 'story' or a 'fantasy' as, it seems, are most stories on the internet – and elsewhere. My wife, Gloria, is a woman that is considered by all who see her, as what's referred to as a 'fox' – 5' 4" tall, 120 lbs in weight, with a trim, athletic body. With a quintessential 'bubble butt', a...
Chapter 5 welcoming the new couple to The Facility It is no surprise that several like minded professionals in the area got together and purchased a fitness building that was being moved to a new location so the property became available. The major tragedy in the United States is the failing of most retail stores and the vacant structures left behind in the...
Alma sat in silence as the two other women talked animatedly. She was blushing hotly, and her panties were soaked. Why, why do I have to be this way? Lynn had just told Elva the story of how she chased poor Alma while Alma was Rollerblading naked and whipped her with a cane, and by some miracle, Alma hadn't fallen over. "I do love embarrassing her!" "That...
This is the story of three females and the contrast between their professional and personal lives. They are employed as institutional discipline administrators at a reform school for males. Sandy and Veronica are experienced mistresses and Kendra is a new punishment mistress. Let's take a look at a typical workday. Part 1. By Day: Sandy Sandy stood nonchal...
The sun was shining through the window as I heard the door open behind me and soft footfalls walking to my bedside. I realized that I was still on my belly and though my butt had stopped its throbbing, it still felt swollen and sore. The girl entering the room was one and the same with the angel of mercy who had massaged my sore and swollen flesh before g...
For the second time since my arrival, I was awakened by a pretty young woman. She was new to me but yesterday's training had taught me what to expect. She was wearing what I was learning to be a uniform of sorts. Like with Peggy the previous morning, this girl was dressed with a short, pleated skirt and midi-blouse, her belly bared to the top of her hip-...