Dawn approaches and I stir against my Master's warmth. Automatically, I want to touch and caress Him, to soak up His essence. Desiring to elicit moans from my Master, I slowly slide down His body and gently welcome Him into our world by grasping His cock in my hand. I begin stroking Him reverently, worshipping His cock like the sacred object it is. I can thi...
So tell me pet yes Master? Does the thought of two men's cocks fucking you unconscious arouse you? ~whimpering~ yes it does one then the other...then again...then again, to literally have the sexiest tag team ever. Until you're draped over the bed unable to move? Yes Master I imagine looking over at you, seeing your gaze as he puts his cock at your pu...
I was in my den writing on my latest novel when the phone interrupted my train of thought; annoyed with myself for having forgotten to turn the ringer off, I answered it with almost a growl in my throat, "Yes." It was my niece, my sister's oldest daughter, "Aunt M am I disturbing you?" she asked. I smiled; she always called me Aunt M from the days when she...
Andrea reached for the envelope, her hands trembling, curious as to its contents. She recognized the writing. It belonged to Joe, her husband of fifteen years. Joe had told her to expect something in the mail from him, prior to his leaving on, yet another, business trip. They had a rather lengthy discussion regarding their marriage, and how Joe had become bo...
Disclaimer: This story chronicles the adventures of an Indian bride who joins a club to fulfill all her fantasies and the later events that follows. I hope you will enjoy reading it and all feedback is welcomed. Happy reading. * 1.Prologue: I was lying quietly on the bed waiting for them to come. The camera was in position. The large mirror reflected my a...
The phone rang, waking me from a deep sleep. "Hello", I mumbled – half tempted to curse the caller on the other end of the line. Looking over at the clock, I saw that it was 1 AM and I had just barely gotten an hour and a half of sleep. "Wake up, pet – and be up here in a half hour. I want you wearing that thong pouch that I bought you and nothing else whe...
It was dark in the room and she was alone. The scent of the floral candle lingered in the air as did the heady musk of sex. If she weren't blindfolded, she'd be able to look on the rumpled sheets that further attested to the fucking she had received at the hands of her new Master and Mistress, who had continued their fun long after they'd bound her arms behi...
I responded to an ad on Craigslist from some guy asking for help to move some furniture. He was paying pretty well and, after I practically laughed at him for asking if I could lift the furniture, he agreed to have me over to get it done. We moved everything around for what felt like hours, often moving the same piece of furniture to what seemed like the sam...
Chapter 4 -- Captivity and Slave Training: Day 2 Tawny slowly awakened the next morning feeling very tired and somewhat stiff and sore. Another feeling was one of contentment and satisfaction, like a job well done. She noticed that just like yesterday morning, she was not tied or chained in any way and was free to move about the cell. She quickly folded up...
Here is a story I wrote for a sub. I wrote it from her perspective. This will be you! My Slut, but not 'a' slut. I walk obediently into the room. All I can see is a light in the center. In the light a blindfold lays on the floor. I can't see anything outside the light. "Put it on!" I am told, and I must do as I am told. I stand there in the flimsy top I wa...