Kar'Toba was, of course, welcomed aboard the bridge in the same way that a visiting god or the physical reincarnation of the Emperor, or a prize agent might be welcomed aboard. With bows and doffed caps and murmured snatches of High Gothic that may have been complimentary but tended to be so half-recalled that the officers in question may have been telling h...
Victoria tried to maintain her elegant and confident posture as she led Eric by the new symbol of enslavement he now wore willingly about his neck. She could not help but breathe heavily as her pussy buzzed with sheer excitement in the tight leather she was now so keen to remove; she and Eric were now alone for the first time, and she would express her domin...
I hear you go to the front door and I look out into the hall to watch you. As I suspected you start flirting with the postman again. The way you laugh, the tone of your voice, the way you lean your body, the way you smile and glance into his eyes, the way you position your night dress to show off your cleavage, no wonder he always knocks twice. You close th...
"We're going out to a friend's house in a little while." "Where are we going?" "To my friend Gail's house, I have never met her husband, they live in a secluded area of the neighborhood on the river." "OK, are we having drinks or what?" "Yea a few drinks, I just want to meet them and them you." You walk over to me and put your hand on my crotch. "I noti...
Jerry becomes Jill: Part 5: July 4th Week End This is the fifth part of my story about how I became Jill. After having started female hormones, Jill is introduced to group play by Mistress Rikki. The Fourth of July is on Monday and that Thursday evening at dinner Mistress gives me some information about the holiday weekend. She says, "Tomorrow you are done...
I am excited getting ready for our traditional New Year's brunch at the local Inn. Then we will spend two nights at the Inn relaxing and making love; with a good deal of kink. We have done this our five years of marriage. The last two years our marriage has lost its luster; A marriage of habit. I am going to change that; my New Year's Resolution is to add t...
The city of New York was bustling in the rush of the christmas crowds and the get away oasis was packed with youngsters and oters resting their feet and tired limbs from the chores before the season, more like scattered all around the park office. Ray slipped into the building, dressed in dark colors. Black, greys, his step quiet. One who wa...
Hello, there. Crystal McCain is the name. I'm a five-foot-eight, blonde-haired and green-eyed Irishwoman living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. In the eyes of the world, I'm a nice person. I major in Business Administration at Algonquin College and I'm transferring to Carleton University at the end of the year. Privately, I lead a very sordid exi...
Black men are pathologically afraid of dominant women with strap-on dildos, it seems. My name is Rosa Thompson, and I'm a young woman of British descent living in the City of Toronto, province of Ontario. I moved there from my hometown of Gloucester in southwestern England. I attend the University of Toronto, where I major in Criminology. For fun I like to g...
Madelyn Pryor looked at herself in the mirror. Not as an act of vanity, but because she was comfortable with who she was. There she saw a woman who almost had it all; a career she loved as a freelance environmental consultant, one which offered her financial stability, independence and a sense she was doing good in this world. She had a wonderful two-story t...