Jenny's morning ride was ecstatic, yet fraught with impatience. She dismounted her steed and went home, eager to maintain her vigil in surveying Chester's house, eager to confront him boldly and have him know her feelings on his not revealing his submissive desires to her. It was all a flight of fancy of course, her rational mind still wrestling with just ho...
My wife, Bridget, was at home already, as was her usual routine, when I arrived that Friday afternoon. I heard her in her office working. Bridget is a freelance analyst and consultant for marketing, among other things. She works from home mostly. "Frank?" She called from her office. "Come in here." I walked into her office and there she was, at her desk...
It all started on his birthday. My husband and I have been married for 10 years. Over the past year or so my husband has been interested in male chastity. I really did not understand his fascination with it. Typically he would lock himself up and give me the key. I would tease him a little during the week and on the weekend he would lick me to orgasm. I then...
My name is Laurel Katherine Henderson. A six-foot-three, blonde-haired and green-eyed, sturdy and very voluptuous Englishwoman living in the great city of Boston, Massachusetts. I've been in the United States of America ever since I was nineteen years old. I recently earned my Master's degree in Business Administration from Boston College at the age of twent...
I first saw Scott during my freshman year of college on my way back from a cigarette break. I was passing by the lacrosse field, and watched as he slammed his hard body into a member of the opposing team. Normally I wouldn’t have noticed the jocks running at each other, but something about that aggression caught my attention. I wanted him to throw me down wi...
Before I start I want to give shoutouts to Tex from writing.com, along with all those who added to said interactive that this branches off from. *Potential Trigger Warning* ALL DEPICTED CHARACTERS ARE 18 YEARS OR OLDER Also be prepared, as I tend to switch from first to second person when describing environments, just live with it. You are Davey, a 19 year o...
"You're simply incorrigible and arrogant, Mr. Omar Stephens, someone should definitely teach you a lesson," Dr. Stephanie Macke-Leland said, and the slender yet curvy blonde academic pushed her glasses on the bridge of her nose, and sighed. She leaned against her desk, inside her private office. They were in the Law School at Canada's Capital University. Lic...
Watching your parents' SUV drive off down the road, you're left standing in front of the massive red brick building that serves as the Clear Water Institute's main center. You glance around, seeing a shining blue lake that you assume has given the campus its name, a large metal building you assume is a sports hall and two large dormitory buildings. You grima...
If you would like some context before you read this story, read my posting "A Sexual Autobiography" first. It will provide some background on Elizabeth, Alain and myself, the life we lead, and where my role as a smoke slave fits into our life together. My family and friends know Elizabeth and myself as non-smokers. Our children believe that we consider smok...
I have not written of Rebecca in a long time but I truly have so much to tell of our fetishes and adventures over the last few years. I plan to write several stories of our escapades over the past years, but I think I will keep them fetish specific for each story. The first new story covers our exploration into CBT (cock and ball torture) , and her discovery...