Before the Victorian Era safe sex meant kissing and a chastity belt, but when the key broke in Fanny's lock it took an engineer of Stephenson's stature to resolve the problem. "Thee done champion job of Fucking Machine for the missus so if thee can spare time I got another job for thee, bit delicate like." Young George Stephenson sat in the kitchen at Arth...
Chapter 1 - Going to Prison I looked at my calendar to see that I had a doctor's appointment today. It was with some new doctor in the city. My wife, Linda, set it up for me a month ago under the pretense of a 'joint health checkup'. It turned out that this Dr. Fleming was a well-known female sex therapist who had a great reputation for helping couples impr...
Authors note: This story is an immediate sequel to my first story "Carol's Christmas". The events of this story deal with the younger man named Marcus who Mrs. Carson initiated into the mysteries of sex and submission in "Carol's Christmas". * Marcus was sweating bullets as he rang the door. He burned for Mrs. Carson...Mistress Carol...and needed to be wi...
I hummed softly as I put the finishing touches on the salmon. Teriyaki salmon was my wife's favorite dish and it filled me with pride to know that I was making her happy. My mouth watered slightly as I arranged the tray. (I would only be having a salad myself, as I had to maintain my figure.) Taking out a pocket mirror from my apron, I checked myself to ma...
"Forgive me Mistress, but i have sinned." "And what sins has My pet committed?" "Mistress's pet has touched itself without permission." "And what else?" "Mistress's pet has brought itself to orgasm several times." "Is that all?" "No Mistress. Your pet has also done all of this while buggering itself." "I see. Pet has been very naughty then hasn't it?"...
Chapter 1: The Perfect Beginning of My Descent You know, when you read stories about men who are sexually subordinated to their wives, there's always some asshole in the comment section—someone who is obviously pretty insecure in his masculinity—that posts a message like: "What a wimp! Divorce the bitch or choke her to death on you cock." These guys think t...
When I woke up my eyes were glued shut. All Pippa's juices had dried and made a crust. I managed to get to the bathroom and with some warm water cleaned my eyes, then showered. As I dressed I realised that I could still smell Pippa's musky scent. There was no way I could clean it out of my nose... All those juices which had gone down my nostrils had dried ou...
The weekend in Paris had been fantastic, three whole days with Amy plus three consecutive nights of release. Returning to work had been hard, not least because he had now spent five continuous days inside the locked chastity cage. Nights were particularly hard as his cock had started to expect freedom. In the early hours it would throb and the pressure insid...
I couldn't believe it had gotten to this point. My wimp of a husband was constantly nagging me, questioning my whereabouts, my intentions and it was starting to annoy me. It almost felt like he was trying to control me, although I knew he wasn't. I knew deep down he was a submissive and although it had been a while since we had talked about it, I remembered...
Title: Decision time Background/update Even if you've been following the last couple of stories about my subject, Muffin, you might want to read this background as there are a few new points of note. Muffin is slightly heavyset, 36 years old, about 5' 7" and 160 pounds. He is quite submissive and seems to be aroused by a number of fetishes, but he professe...