Swimming is my life. Well, OK, I have friends, family, and I did this whole thing last year where I went away to college. Even passed all my classes! But in the pool is where I'm truly happy. And I'm good. It's my swimming that got me admitted to Big State with a scholarship, and it's been the reason for the only traveling I've ever done, from state and regi...
I walked thorough the lobby of the hotel, wondering if the fact that I was a complete slut and slave to your every whim was apparent to all who saw me. Did it show through my casual clothing and downcast eyes? The concierge has sneered at me and tried to look down my blouse when I asked for the other key to your room. I wondered what he thought of my hard ni...
Dr Velma Valdez tossed back her lustrous, chestnut brown hair and adjusted her tortoiseshell-rimmed glasses as she sauntered towards the entrance to the lecture theatre in her precariously high-heeled patent green stilettos. It was quite a vision to behold, a curvaceous woman in her early forties swaying from side to side, her equine buttocks accentuated by...
Amber was home the next night when I arrived in. I came through the back door and she was standing in the kitchen working on something at one of the counters. I came over and slipped up behind her wrapping my arms around her and giving her a kiss on the back of her head. I pressed my hips into her ass, and she smiled a bit and pressed back into me slightly b...
My Dear Mistress Diana, I write to you from an old fashioned cage of thick iron bars, wide enough to sleep in if I'm partially curled or if I'm on my back and have my legs propped up on the bars, tall enough that I can stand, but with only several inches to spare. Samantha tells me it was designed to transport zoo animals early in the last century. "You're...
Hades opened his eyes, and was lost. He was on his back, naked and cold, his body sore where it was pressed against the curling shapes carved into the stone floor. Over his head was a stone vault, fifty feet across and decorated with a magnificent frieze depicting scenes and letters he could not understand, lit by the dim glow of the fluorescent synth-algae...
Author's Note: While not explicit, this chapter contains significant elements of non-consent, reluctance, and trauma. It was extremely hard on me to write. If you have any related triggers, please tread carefully. Chapter 7 I pause. Something feels... off. I stretch out my senses, but there is nothing wrong, nothing out of place. I shrug off my unease and...
I'll expect you to be properly attired later. He pulls her to her feet and takes hold of her breasts, pinching her nipples hard and twisting them. She moans loudly, "Feels soo good...god I miss Your touch already. What is your request, Sir? How would You like me to come to You?" Request or order, slut? He slaps one of her breasts sharply, leaving a brig...
Captive is a story set in roughly 500 AD Great Brittan. The story itself is fiction and contains a made up race of furry people known as the Cat People. The story, also, weaves elements of BDSM, Gorean, and sex. * i awoke to the sound of a metal door closing. i was rather startled because it wasn't a sound that i was expecting. i stretched my hand and my...
'Thanks again for walking me home.' Janet said, glancing up at her escort, 'That party got pretty intense, huh?' Roddy shrugged his shoulders loosely, 'It was intense for you maybe, Princess.' Janet scrunched up her small nose. She was a pretty thing, short, with a curvaceous figure, which had been described with such moving poetry as, "Built like a Cadilla...