In the weeks that followed the engagement ball, Javonnie and Veronica were busy making arrangements their wedding. There were dresses for the bridesmaids, flowers, and of course, the finishing touches to Veronica's wedding gown. Javonnie had asked Rayne to stand as his bestman and several of his closest friends, including Red, Tuff and Scotty, to act as groo...
Author's note: Here's Chapter Three of "Slave Girl Emily." The heroine is an undergraduate who has discovered she has an overwhelming desire to be someone's slave. Together with another student, a boy named Andrew, she felt her way into the BDSM lifestyle. Her first relationship didn't work out, but now she has met a potential Master, attended a play party w...
It is around 3 in the afternoon when a knock at the door interrupts me from my recliner and beer. I get up to answer the door and there she is. Standing confidentially, Gemma is quite a site to look at. I take in all of her in a quick glance. She stands at 5'4" but today its closer to 5'8" in her 4 and a half inch black stiletto heels. She has on a black tr...
Anthony could only marvel at the spectacle before him. Sophie was so much more ruthless on herself than he could ever be, he mused. There must have been almost half a dozen locks on her body. Her painted lips were spread around a 2.5-inch ring gag, the tight, wide strap at the corners of her mouth ensuring that she must keep it all the way open, not even g...
All characters are completely fictional and over 18 years of age. ***** Mia stood outside the concealed entrance of the club, took three deep breaths, and entered. She had already passed all the health tests and had consented to whatever was about to happen. There was a receptionist dressed in a crisp black and white suit sitting at a desk in a small room...
=========================== PART 4: GOOD MORNING TO YOU, TOO =========================== I opened my eyes slowly. The natural, musky scent of a man mixed with a spicy cologne filled my nose when I breathed in deeply against the pillow. My fingers squeezed around the malleable fabric, and I smiled. Remembering. "Feeling rested?" My smile widened when I g...
There I was, at the front door of her house, thinking twice before knocking. In my short skirt and tight t-shirt, I was sweating. So excited I was, so close to reaching my fantasy. I knocked on her door. No answer. I knocked again. After a exhilarating wait, she opened the door. She led me into her house. "Take off your shoes here, Sophie, I don't want any...
We like to play games. We like to play secret games. We are the only ones who know we are playing the games. The rest of world, the people around us are oblivious to the hidden meanings, the looks, the gestures the illusions. False bravado, saying things that have double meanings, just enough for a stranger or a friend to look askance and wonder. We love ma...
This story is a graphic tale of a Dom and his very submissive crossdresser. If you are offended by tales of BDSM and sex between consenting adults then read no further... other wise enjoy. Feel free to leave honest comments or suggestions, it really does encourage those of us who write to continue... ***** As I laid on the floor I strained to hear what m...
'O' For Men The hum of the kazoo signified that the vigorous working in and out of the strap on dildo up Conan's arse had breached even his high pain threshold. Alexandra, still mindful of the occasion he had left her trussed her up for hours in darkness, gave one last sphincter stretching thrust before withdrawing the ersatz member. It was coated with rect...