I have a confession to make. I sometimes fantasize about dominating a man, sexually. Being in complete control. Making him my sexual slave. Making him do anything I want him to do, solely for my own pleasure. I would do anything you want me to do. Would you really? Would you wear leather pants for me, and a collar around your neck? And let me whip your nak...
Training a slave is a process. The slave needs time to learn his or her Master. They have to learn how to anticipate and satisfy their Master's needs. They need to learn their commands, positions and approved words. This takes time and commitment. I carefully explained this to Slave D'Melleca because I was painfully dissatisfied with her level of service and...
He had been a good boy. Made me happy, pleased me. So, I felt that it was time for him to get a reward. After months of training and primping, he was ready. Ready to become my submissive and recieve his collar. I don't use names, but you know who you are. I had gotten ready slowly, methodically. Caressing my skin with your favorite lotion, spritz with your...
When you're a starving actor, you'll take any gig that comes along. So when I saw the flyer on the bulletin board at the laundry that read - Life Models needed for continuing education art class. Nudity required. 10 dollars per hour - I didn't hesitate. I tore the flyer from the board (why encourage competition?) and went home to do some push ups. The next...
This is a story about four things: honor, respect, friendship and love. If you are looking for sex – change stories because this doesn't have any graphic depictions of hot bodies slapping against each other in raw animal lust. This is about honor: that internal system that integrates your values with your relationships into a shared and focused mindset that...
Elizabeth retrieved the small leather duffle bag while Margarite freed Jon from the Velcro-backed strips which had held him in place. Elizabeth had limited experience with the art of cock and ball play, but, knowing it was one of her lover's favorite bottoming activities, she had been intent on learning. Now she would get the opportunity for some "hands-on"...
Chapter Four The morning came. It was Christmas morning and we had got presents for the whole group of us. I looked in on the man I had grown to love over the last day. "Breakfast is ready. Would you like toast, sausage, and eggs?" Pet shook his head. "I'm not hungry. I need to go home. I've been having a good time, but I have someplace I have to be." Pet...
(Inspired by the Norman Lindsay's etching entitled "Arguement") Well, although I may never be able to politely admit to "eves dropping" what I heard went something along these lines; if you feel you can trust me to tell you the truth in such a matter involving this seemingly embellished tale of sexual adventure that happened many years ago. Madam Lee "Do...
She burst laughing as she was straitening her skirt. She loved pushing her stools in his mouth, the feeling of relief; his lips were so tender on his asshole and the cleaning with his tongue so sensual. It was an unexpected bonus of this human toilet. He would have liked to kiss those long bared legs, he refrain to ask her not wanting to displease her. He...
"You're either dominant or you're not," Raven Black stated, speaking to the camera. On her blog, which was followed by tens of thousands around the world, the young Black woman spoke about her experiences as a professional dominatrix, the state of the affairs between Black men and Black women, and her private life. The videos that Raven Black made were quite...