Chapter 1 - When I first met her We met about two years ago, in the mall. I still remember the first time I saw her. She was walking ahead of me in the mall, and I noticed her hair. She has beautiful waist length red hair. It is somewhat thick, and it just flows from her head. She was wearing it loosely and it was all I could see. I caught up with her, and...
Author's note: The events in this chapter begin approximately five minutes after the departure of Mary from her mother's house, which was described at the end of Part One. This is a wholly fictional story, involving participants over 18 years of age. Everything that happens between the characters is consensual. Chapter Two. As soon as Mary rounded the corn...
July 7th 2003 Today my life changed. I am in Brazil and Elizabeth is in Canada, at home. This morning we agreed to hold an erotic late night conversation about our bondage desires. Both of us would think of 2 or 3 new things we would like to bring into our already dominant and submissive relationship. The idea really excited me and I spent quite a bit of my...
Author's note: This fictional series about the lives and loves of two doctors, mother Sara and her daughter Mary, continues in this chapter. The events described occur on the day after Mary visited her mother, to discuss the appointment of a new nurse for the Sara's surgery practice; a practice that Mary is shortly to join as a member of the medical team. Al...
Second part of 'Smoking Mistress' series. Can be read alone but story is enhanced if you read part one first. ***** The haze of smoke and perfume hung over me, taunting my cock and making every breath loaded with Christina's scents. She now closed the lid of the box and strutted away, leaving me cuffed and helpless and on a limited oxygen budget. If she di...
It all began with a cigarette. My daily route was a balcony at my company's building. I used to smoke a couple of cigarettes per day, chill out, watch the outside traffic wondering about all the things that bugged me, or made me joy, and from time to time had a talk with people that all knew me as I knew them. Smokers. I always had something to talk about an...
Michele remained tied to the chair, covered in semen, defiled and confused. She isn't stupid; she knows that she has been kidnapped and is being held as a sex slave and knows that there is going to be worse to come. The door opens. A voluptuous dark-skinned woman enters; her heels click-clacking on the tiles. She is tall, at least six feet, she wearing a bl...
I must admit that when I first met Hodan "Danni" Suleiman, the possibility that she might be a dominatrix never occurred to me. The prim and proper, hijab-wearing, short but cute Somali sister walking through the halls of Carleton University in her long skirt, with the Koran tucked under her arm seemed like the picture of Islamic feminine decency and respons...
It was Saturday and things were progressing as planned. Increasingly his mind bright and aware at work slipped into the groove of total submission and focus as soon as he returned home. There was still work to be done, but soon he would be a total servant, slave, valet, waiter, vassal, chattel. How perfect. She purred. His wit, his strength, his success and...
Marjorie sighed heavily as she kept walking- Faster and faster, Mistress Carrie might be looking. She really was trying not to lag, but her breasts hurt SO MUCH, dragging that horrible chain behind. But Marjorie didn't want Mistress Carrie coming out with the spruce switch. Marjorie seen Mistress Carrie put a few of them in the bathtub, and the switches w...