Alan smiled at the perky blonde college student in the passenger seat of his sedan. "So Catelyn, have you figured out what your major is going to be yet?" "Mister Denny, are you wearing makeup?" It wasn't a question, it was a challenge. Her brown eyes watched him without flinching, waiting to see how he'd respond. The question was so unexpected, it knifed...
Let me start from the beginning. My name is Daniel. I am 25 year old white guy living here in Seattle. My interest in BDSM started before puberty. I didn't know what is was but whenever I saw someone tied up in a movie or TV I pretended it was me. It didn't matter if it was a man or woman. I usually imagined I was naked or dressed in woman's clothes. It didn...
There have been so many discussions of late, especially in online blogs by women, of how badly women behave in their use of the ladies room that Ladies Room Behavior appears an appropriate subject for review in this forum. The issue has been complicated by different viewpoints expressed in print by women on the one hand and transvestites on the other. It is...
He looked very displeased. And so he was. He had left her an envelope containing instructions, giving her one-week to complete her assignment. Also in the envelope was a smaller envelope that had been left blank and taped shut. She had completed her tasks, but she had opened the envelope, though he had not instructed her to. So now she stood, shivering desp...
A special thanks to Vestiphile for assistance in editing this chapter. ***** "You don't have to shout, darling," Said a sultry female voice from between her legs. "I'm right here." "What the fuck?!! It talks now?" Jenna screamed. "Well not completely true. Yes I have possessed your wonderful pussy but know it does not have a mind of its own. I'll eve...
Point of View: Hers This is the second part of a three-part story that describes the same events from three different perspectives. It won't make any sense unless you have first read Point of View: His. This is a work of fiction and any similarity to actual persons or events is coincidental. "Hello, Kyong? It's me Jane. Are you somewhere where you can talk...
In April, 1989, I was working at a corporation with so many layers that I couldn't precisely say who my actual employer was. At the top was a conglomerate that had started out as an auto parts manufacturer. As it added and shed many lines of business over the decades it needed a new identity. Eventually it had purchased an old-line Hollywood studio called Ap...
I don't know why I lied about the stupid vase. It was an accident, a simple slip of my hand as I was dusting the shelf, an unfortunate vibration that caused the ancient ornament to topple over and fall to the floor, shattering into a million pieces. It wasn't even that pretty. I'm sure that Miss Ford wouldn't have batted an eyelid if I'd only come clean ab...
In my many years of research, I wanted to learn about BDSM through personal experience. I attended numerous lectures at various clubs. One of the most memorable was my visit to a slave auction at Power Exchange. I dressed in very short leather skirt. It was so short, that if I didn't have my pantyhose, my pubic hair would have shown. I slipped a tiny tank t...
The premise for what follows is a family album and history. However, this is a family of dominant women. Alas, I have no ownership of the pictures I originally included in this work -- so you will have to use your imagination, aided by descriptions in brackets of the missing pictures. Perhaps there is a family like this out there, in this or some other reali...