Author's Note: This is essentially a variation of another story I wrote, just a slightly different spin. It's short and pretty soft - it was laying around and I don't intend to flesh it out, so here it is, as is. I have a TON of fresh stuff I'm working on (and much harder, too, if you're in to that), as well as sequels to other stories from the recent past....
My Dearest Mistress Cecelia: I behaved unforgivably in hesitating to follow your commands and showing undue empathy toward the slave in training, Six. I felt that I had been becoming a more confident domme, and offer as proof my confident retrieval and binding of the slave during transport, preparing him for punishment with the tranquilizer pill, and applyi...
note: This short Romance is a last-minute entry in the Holiday Writing Contest. Votes and views could be scarce. Yours would be appreciated. rf == The cab left the congested airport loading zone and moved into the cold, rainy January evening. Cindy looked over at Ray. Last night, she couldn't sleep thinking about his return. Today, way too anxious to wait...
It takes nearly half an hour to completely free Mistress' hand from the kitchen counter. Turns out spider silk is exactly as strong as they say it is. This becomes very apparent when it's in such copious amounts that a regular spider could never dream of spinning. Surprisingly resistant to magic, too. But after trying several possible solvents and applying e...
In Which an Elven Servant Suffers a Succubus to Live in Her Home Chapter 24 *** The next week sees a lot of complaints from Lucy about the belt. To me, of all people. I suppose I get that she doesn't really have anyone else to complain to, because Master made it rather clear from the outset that giving him grief about belting her was going to make things...
"What's up brother?" It's me, Kiah, your Black Mistress. You're here because you've been scouring the Internet, and you can't find what you seek. Those porn sites are dull and boring as fuck. They were not created with you in mind. All you ever see is stuff for White guys, as if Black men with complicated desires don't exist. You're not a Bull, a BBC, or any...
In Which an Elven Servant Suffers a Succubus to Live in Her Home Chapter 13 *** It's hard to focus on what I'm doing, knowing, or rather, -not- knowing what's going on in the basement. It isn't soundproofed, exactly, but not a lot of noise gets out. At least for humans. As it is, every so often, I catch a little noise. Nothing that makes me really discern...
In Which an Elven Servant Suffers a Succubus to Live in Her Home ***** "Master, I don't mean to be too bold, but... I'm concerned," I finally speak up, about a week later than I should have. "About?" he replies without looking up from his book. "About this. All this," I gesture down at the papers and rune circle on the floor, "It's just..." I chew on my...
Note: This is my first submission so please be kind! It started out as a comedy piece (sort of) and ended up, like, well, this. She carefully worked her way through the dense underbrush, slapping at the tiny bugs that kept molesting her. Molly was tense. Every so often, when there was a break between the branches coming back to claw her in the face, she wou...
My orgasm, my long awaited release finally came, I came so very hard over and over. I could feel each spurt of warm cum on my chest almost reaching my face. My cries of pleasure muffled, still gagged and tied were surely the precursor for what came next. I should have known that it would come. I, after all am a sub, a slave. Rarely should I be allowed fr...