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Miss Samantha's Guest

by Sissy_Desire on May 11, 2020
BDSM

After the last text from Miss Samantha, I've been waiting anxiously to see her again. After getting home that night a few weeks ago watching the video she sent and reading "See ya next time for some more fun, sweetie" I've been wondering what our next encounter has in store. A knock at the door snaps me out of my daydream. Opening the door I see a small bo...

The Jewelers

by mollycactus on Sep 16, 2017
BDSM

Author's note: my BDSM stories are mainly D/s in nature – there is no Literotica category for these, so if you do not like D/s, you can skip this story. ***** Molly had taken on a new submissive male, who had what seemed to her to be, a strange need. Kneeling before her, Robyn explained his desires. "Please, Miss. Cage my cock so you'll be completely in c...

Finding My Place

by econut on Sep 11, 2017
BDSM

It hardly seemed real to me as I pulled into a quiet suburban neighborhood. I double checked the directions I had written down and glanced up at the street sign. Just a few more blocks and I would be at their house. The couple whom I had agreed to serve for the weekend. I would be serving as their personal maid and sex slave, letting them use me however they...

Twist

by Seurat on Sep 12, 2017
BDSM

Once, long ago, I got fed up with the way femdom, forced transgender, and loving wife stories with BDSM basis ended; they had grown very predictable. In fact, a few authors had posted short lists of vignettes which, unintentionally, encompassed all of the common endings which I had grown to abhor. My own list, a response to the predictability of those storie...

Marigold Tells the Truth

by justincbenedict on Sep 14, 2017
BDSM

In the Attic Spenlow thought of beautiful Marigold, and how she'd run her pale pink nails all over his cock as he'd been tied down. She'd be in one of her snug powder blue T-shirts, and licking her lips, tossing her long hair behind her shoulder, and he'd squirm, but be completely in her power. I'd started out with them fucking like rabbits, and then she'd...

Blaze, Kami, Lyle and Poor Reggie!

by justincbenedict on Nov 20, 2018
BDSM

"All right, Lyle, when I whistle in F sharp, Reginald's thingie is supposed to wilt. If it doesn't, you strike it with the thorny rose branch." "P-please, darling Blaze-" "Shut up, Reg. We've been working on this all week. I need you to be ready at the play party, or Mistress Salem will be laughing at me, the bitch." "Yes ma'am." Lyle shook his head as h...

A Sissy's Date Night

by nadia603000 on Oct 19, 2020
BDSM

Author's Note: Mistress Pepper and Sophie are "anonymized" versions of me and my slave-girl. The real me. All of my stories are (or should I say will be) my memories of a session with a sub. Thus, they are true stories. Only in this version details have been changed to protect the sub. I do live in Mobile about 10 months of the year (the remaining two I spe...

Julie is a Whore Ch. 10

by Pretty_Sissy_Julie on Sep 14, 2020
BDSM

This is a story about BDSM and pleasure. Please understand everything done was consensual The scenes are no worse than you might see in the movies. There is no actual "snuffing." All of the women involved savored the experienced and had intense orgasms. This story is for your entertainment only. My name is julie, I have been living as a sissy whore for year...

How Far Would He Go

by stories55 on Dec 29, 2017
BDSM

This story was inspired by a Domme that wanted me to write a story about being with a man. It was at first just a few paragraphs. She then wanted more and suggested I add various elements. She knew it embarrassed the hell out of me to write it. But then she knew how much I was a victim of my own sensuality and more would follow. She knew she just need to giv...

Simon Sissy Slave Ch. 01

by Timewarp10 on Jul 30, 2019
BDSM

It was late summer in 1964, and it was Simon's first day at his new job. Simon had read his letter of appointment several times; and he held it in his hand now, standing anxiously outside the imperiously heavy door, embossed with "Post Room" in faded gold lettering. The door was probably victorian, Simon judged, and perhaps it had been a post room for many d...