I looked over at you as you struggle valiantly against the ropes. Your hands were tied tightly to hooks that hung from the ceiling; your legs were spread in a rather scandalous position and tied to the hooks on the ground. What made this even more humiliating was the fact that your body was bent over a metal table, your glorious ass in the bare for my eyes t...
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 is a pretty shade of pink, and well made to keep him under my complete control. He objected to it at first, but when I made it an ultimatum, he said he would try it one week. That was two months ago. Now he barely knows he has it on. He even says the color is okay. We have come a long way since I first heard the padlock click into place. Drunk again. Wa...
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...
Nick was looking forwards to this play session. It had been a long time coming and all the build-up had made this such an interesting scenario to play out. Nick had met Ellie on a kink website they both frequented. She had enjoyed his stories and asked if he would ever write one about her - he'd said of course but what sort of story would it be. That was whe...
"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...