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Eleanor's Lustful Spell Ch. 03

by TentaclesFTW on Sep 14, 2017
Fetish

Eleanor lay on the bed, gazing out of her sun roof at the beautiful, bright blue sky; the same as her eyes. Her luscious, wavy and sandy blonde hair spread out over the bed. She couldn't have asked for a life that was as perfect as hers. Just in the bathroom was Bekka pampering Valerie's feet. Eleanor looked at Bekka, two months pregnant with her child. Elea...

Janice & My Fetish Ch. 04

by LegsAndFeet123 on Sep 13, 2017
Fetish

Part 4 of my leg & foot fetish life with my girlfriend, Janice. (Now fiancee) More feet and sock fun and Janice satisfies my leg fetish. I came home from a usual day of work, not too tired. I slumped on the couch and switched the TV on. Me and Janice work together so we usually come home together, but today she told me she was going to go buy a few things....

Under Her Complete Control Pt. 02

by Nonoeb on Oct 8, 2019
BDSM

I began to think about what she had just said. "First hogtie? Punishment?" I wasn't sure what it was that she had in mind, but something told me that it would be a reminder not to disobey for the rest of the week. When she mentioned my dirty socks, I knew she meant that I would soon find myself gagged with them. My mind began racing about some of what she ha...

Sissy Sisters

by Stillherer on Sep 16, 2017
Transsexuals & Crossdressers

This was the letter I wrote to an older Sissy in an attempt to convince Her to accept me as Her littler sister and use me. * Stop, You make me blush. I too luv wearing feminine luxurious things. I believe now I need to wear sensuous feminine things under the direction of some one else. Could that possibly be You. Please. You would treat me like a little...

Before Company

by JakSculring on Jan 13, 2018
Erotic Couplings

She stands naked on the carpet in the middle of the room. I stand in the doorway, awaiting orders. "You can come in," she says. "After you take your clothes off. And you're coming in on your hands and knees." I comply. Sweater and t-shirt over my head. Pants down, shaken off the legs. Quick tugs at the socks. Underwear pulled off and tossed aside in one fl...

Late Night Office Stop

by SSSultan on Sep 13, 2017
BDSM

I was sitting at my desk, quickly checking e-mail while my wife was in the bathroom. We were making a quick stop before heading home, after her lucky visit to an awards show, since my office was (basically) across the street from the venue. Just as I was wondering what was taking her so long, I heard a knock, and saw her arm reaching through the doorway, an...

The Passion of Pastor Ferris

by Desmond Ravenstone on Aug 29, 2017
Fetish

Earnest Ferris, pastor of the Evangelical Free Church of Harper Village, was known for quite literally holding his head high. It was not out of pride, as some of his detractors thought. It was not to hide a double chin, since he was a very slender man indeed. Nor was it to keep his eyes directed to Heaven and his Lord, as many of his congregants surmised. Pa...

Chrysania Rose: Installment 01

by TXssbbwGODDESS on Sep 14, 2017
BDSM

Installment 1 - Welcome to my Domain There are those who would say that leading a double life is a stressful thing, a choice made in desperation, something done out of shame or fear. They say that in leading a double life, one cannot find fulfillment in either of their personas. I do not agree. For me, leading a double life allows me to experience the best...

For an Audience

by Amandas_toy on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

Ordinarily, I did not need any particular instructions when I arrived at Mistress' house. I entered her front door, stripped to my panties or nude (if I had been on panty restrictions), and knelt to await her. Usually she showed up almost straight away, though once she had had me wait there for fifteen minutes while she finished what she was doing. That was...

Hedonistic Worship

by JacoVanDerByl on Sep 1, 2017
Erotic Couplings

He saw her most days; their schedules overlapped. When he returned from his night shift, she left for work. Some days, as the elevator opened on their floor, she'd be there, waiting. They always shared a smile, but they never said more than hello. She'd often whisper, "fuck," when she'd just missed the elevator, and while she waited, she'd tuck in her shirt,...