(The following story relates to the slut/slave training of a former prim and proper housewife sent to be trained by a professional Master by her husband. She will not be the same woman when he gets her back home!) Day 3 The past two days seemed like a nightmare! Fannie has been beaten, deprived of sleep and forced to lick shit from another woman's ass!...
Mrs Boroclough lived alone, but her house was the biggest in Peasmarsh. It had tall windows with ornate guards, and a polished copper plate fixed on the wrought-iron gate engraved with her name - as if everyone for fifty miles around didn't know who she was. It was far too big for a widow-woman who's children had grown-up and departed, but she insisted that...
We sat in silence watching the sun paint the horizon with brilliant brushstrokes of purple, orange and rosy red; its hues reflecting in the waters of the bay outside the window. It was a silence bourne of contentment and a comfortableness in one another's presence that transcended the need for words. It was a gesture of respect for the glorious display outsi...
Jack and his slut drove back to his apartment without talking. When they had parked in the garage, Jack told her to get out and get her dress on. She stepped out of the SUV and opened the back seat. She couldn't see her dress in the back. "Ummm, master? I don't see my dress in the back seat." "That's because I have in my hands." Jack had stepped out and al...
"I sure hope that poor black cat over on the fence doesn't get tortured tonight." "Why tonight?" I replied. Never having really liked trick or treating or dressing up, I liked to ignore the occasion. This was made possible by our rural location – no kids around for miles to come knocking begging for candy. Of course, not even I could miss the mass media bli...
Myles sat down nervously, looking at the short plump man on the other side of the desk. What was he letting himself in for? It was true he had read a lot about the porn industry, watched a lot of videos about it - watched a lot of porn videos! - but he was also dead sure that nothing he could read or see on his computer would prepare him for the real-life ex...
Sobia stood looking out of her tenth floor office block watching the Friday evening traffic crawl towards the weekend. She was anxious, waiting for a telephone call before she could go home. Her PA had gone home hours ago and only the cleaners were now in the building. Her brief case was packed, her coat wrapped across the back of her custom designed chair b...
(Part Two of Red Ribbons) "Fuck! God damn it!" Karen Jones slammed the phone down, shattering the earpiece. "What, what's the matter?" Elliot, her husband, slid into the kitchen still wearing his socks. "That bitch Kimi just quit, and isn't coming!" Her glasses started to steam as she ranted. "It's a good thing no one else could make it," her rage turned...
It isn't often that we actually get the chance to live out a fantasy. And, I'm not saying whether I have or not. But, if I did this would be the best possible way to do it. As I was leaving Mr. Graves house I found myself replaying the scenes of what had taken place. The one thing I knew for sure, I would return. My dirty old man was equally as confident th...
I'm Dave I'd been a bit of a lad on the side; fucking any woman I fancied who'd accommodate me. Because of this I had had a vasectomy, I hadn't wanted to have unplanned sprogs complicating matters. I also had a voyeuristic desire to watch my wife being screwed by other men, but she'd have none of it. Eventually I got too brazen with my affairs and too clos...