I waited anxiously for my Master to get home from work while pacing the floor and checking the clock over the sink in the kitchen every few minutes. It was the week of July fourth which meant I got to come home from my summer internship program which required me to live on a college campus a couple hundred miles away. I had just made it home around lunch tim...
I frigging hate it when sluts fart while you're fucking them in the ass. For real. Take my latest slave for example. Cleopatra Jane Hamilton. Short and thick, light-skinned Black chick with Black hair and green eyes. Her daddy's White and her mama's Black. She was born and bred in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. One of those mixed-race women whose p...
I walk into the bedroom, glad to be home after a long day of work. You're sitting on the bed, looking pissed. I'm surprised to see you there since I didn't think you'd be home yet. I smile and start to walk towards you. "Hi honey, how was your day?" The angry look on your face stops me in my tracks. I can tell you had a bad day, and I start to think about w...
I am a new writer and would greatly appreciate votes and comments! thanks! *** Hunter slapped me harshly across the face. Her thin, but lightly muscled, arms quivered in anger. "How dare you! How dare you humiliate me like that! You are disgusting ... Sometimes I don't know why I keep you ..." These words hurt worse than the slap. Hunter is my Mistress....
This story depicts a newlywed couple where the wife dominates and humiliates her husband. It contains themes that are inappropriate for most reasonable adults, bodily fluids and domestic discipline. Reprobates with questionable morals may be affected by this story as the author himself was found to have the presence of involuntary bodily emissions in his und...
It's the guy from before, and he has a positively lecherous look on his face now. He even licks his lips. You just look at him and nod. I bury my face in your shoulder. He reaches under the seat and takes his phone from his case. With one last, pointed look at me he turns and slowly leaves. Too slowly. I try to pant quietly, until he is gone Then you lift...
The new years party had been surprisingly enjoyable. Christine had been dreading it, only attending when Jennifer, her closest friend since childhood, had kept nagging her until she agreed. She had thought that it was the last thing she needed. She really hadn't wanted to socialise in the two months since she had found her husband in bed with his secretary....
Another night at work, another night away from him, her mind constantly imagining, imagining his face, his body, his voice, her thoughts drifting, but the sound of his voice is so real, "Honey..", the voice getting louder, a gentle touch on her shoulder, reality hits her, she turns around in surprise as she listen to his voice saying "Honey.." once more. She...
This is the first in a series of stories I have been working on. Dick and Ayva are fictional characters, and if there is any resemblance to anyone in real life is... well let's just say my husband does not read Literotica. At least I hope he doesn't. Ayva is a closet pervert. Dick is a oppositional defiant little monster trapped in a man's body. Lucky one o...
This is my first submission let me know what you think if you would like more stories from me Robert moved to a new shift he has been warned about a woman foreman named Mary on that that shift. Mary had him come to the office she had brown hair and big breasts She told him that she ran a tight shift and could be very strict. She told him she expected quali...