(Authoress note: of course all disclaimers are still in place regarding characters etc., except for one small truth since so many readers asked me to answer this question. Most of the things I write about I did at some point in my life. Perhaps they were not with as many people but at least one person was there. And they were absolutely not done in the order...
Disclaimer: These are real stories. Everything that happened here is, to the best of my knowledge, what actually happened. The experiences are several years old, but I captured them all to the best of my ability. ***** So, that girl from a year ago was no longer a femdom in training. She was her own femdom, her own boss, and had her own services. This defi...
The store was pretty empty at that time of night when I went in. There were a few guys lurking around, pretending to look at the stripper clothes for their 'girlfriends'. But it wasn't like that inside the darkened theater at Adult Emporium. I bought a ticket after giving a sidelong glace to a couple of them who looked up when I walked in. I knew why they we...
Note: This story is the thirty-second episode in a series entitled "April's Story". If you have not read the previous thirty-one episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter. This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly r...
WEDNESDAY I woke with the first light of the day. My room was hotter and more cramped than normal, and for a moment I was disoriented. My bed was small, just a plain double bed instead of the luxurious four poster to which I was accustomed. A full length mirror hung on the wall opposite the bed, and a door led to a tiny bathroom. A small dressing table in o...
SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 27, 2010. I followed Max to the cellars in some trepidation, not knowing what he had in mind. In the first of them, a sort of anti-room, I soon found out. Max led me to the steel door beyond which stretched the cellars proper, and opening the square shutter which served as a small window invited me to take a look. The spectacle which met...
My wife has a sister, her only sibling, who is her exact opposite. My wife was short, busty, and one of the sluttiest girls I ever knew. I've never heard her say no in the bedroom. Her sister Jo was tall, a good foot taller than me even, and straight laced. Jo was flat chested and that was the main reason I never was attracted to her. I'm most definitely a b...
"Whatever! I can do what I want!" "I'm not trying to tell you what to fucking do!" "Fuck it, you stupid bitches, let's do this!" It was a busy night in the bar, and I was tossing bottles and making weird ass drinks for a crowd of college assholes. I'm a bartender. Some of these people are fine. I get that. But, Jesus, some of them are just so full of shit...
This story is a complete fantasy and no association with real life whatsoever. No one is under the age of 20 and there is no physical hurt or pain. As I made my way home from our elderly neighbours house, Mrs Lord's words echoed in my mind "There must be no secrets, Lucy. You must tell your husband everything." He knew most of the things from our visi...
Chapter 3: Sugar Warning: The following is a sexually explicit story intended for mature audiences. If you are offended by stories of such nature, do not read it. All characters are fictional and not intended to resemble any real people. Comments welcomed. I needed it all week. I woke with a hard-on every morning. There was no way I could fit into my short...