I turned up naked and with a hard on, as was the rule, at Mistress Iona's door one Friday night. As instructed, I had not been shooting for the whole week since I left her house last Sunday night. This made it easy to work my cock up to a throbbing status with some precum glistening on top. She had told me that I was to come with her to her vacation home a...
Note: This is about my life as husband and boy with my Wife and Mistress. It is not fiction. I feel I am at a cross roads and am happy to be experiencing that with you at my side but also, newly founded, as the head of our house, the woman I worship, and the woman who is my lead. All of this is true and would be true whether or not there was bdsm in our lif...
Author's note: Marie has married and taken possession of Charles, now known by his initials as Cunt. She has become an official Hotwife; Cunt is now a true cuckold. This chapter deals with their honeymoon on Felicity's island, and the momentous decision that is taken when she and Cunt return home. As always in my fictional stories, all sexual acts take plac...
"Good girl. Go Deep. Go deep and listen to my voice. And, go blank. Blank and empty, and open to instruction. From now on, whenever your Mistress says the word: COLLAR you will immediately feel the sensation of cold, hard metal close and lock around your neck. And you should know that the collar can give you an electric shock if you move around too much,...
I am OnKnee, male sub, 32. Here is a true story about my first Mistress, Iona... As always, I had to undress outside Iona's house and leave all my clothes in the car before I could ring the bell and wait for her to answer the ring. Worried that somebody should get out in the street or pass in a car to see me in this state made me quite nervous. Finally she...
I've known Helen Blackstone forever. Ever since we were students at Morton Academy, an all-female private school located in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. Helen was the six-foot-two, gorgeous Black Amazon-like chick I always admired. She was captain of the women's soccer team at the Morton Academy and one of the toughest women in the universe. I worshi...
Dear Mistress Janet, You know your pathetic slut so well. The thought of a woman smoking a cigarette while she toys with my cock is so arousing. Of course, it would be very different from the story if you were doing that to me. You would be the one in control and I would be the helpless horny slut being teased mercilessly by you and you would be the one to...
It is Saturday night at the casino, and as you will find out, Pam has plans for me. I hope you all enjoy this as much as I did. Once again, if you are not into female domination stories...read something else. I was sitting in the tub while the hot water jets soothed my body. My legs were shaved smooth, and Pam was in the shower. The humiliation I went th...
Mistress Ursula sat in her high backed throne. As usual she looked aloof, serene, confident, perfect. She was wearing black patent leather knee-high boots with polished steel 5-inch spike heels. A close observer would have detected a slight discolouration near the tip of those heels. Clearly the slave had inadequately washed his own blood from them with his...
Chapter 2: A Sale in The Harem Author's Note: This is the first sequel to "Harem School", called "Harm School" here thanks to my proof-reading skills in submitting it to Literotica. That story was to set the scene. This story is set within that scene. This story took me a long time to write because it bogged itself down in poor writing, and me failing to...