"Come on slave, out of the cage!" barked Mistress Amanda. "I hope you slept well in that little space. You'll need your energy for today!" As the door to the 24" high 3 foot square cage swung open, Michael crawled out as gracefully as he could, not wanting to earn another session bound over the spanking horse like the last time Mistress deemed him as "ungr...
The ladies could hear the slave scrambling around in the kitchen and judging from the number of banging pots and pans felt he must have been trying to be sure they were pleased. Barbara asked Laura, "So he really does do whatever you demand! I can't believe how quickly he bent over when told even though he had to know you were about to inflict a lot of pai...
On Valentine's Day, February 14, 1929 between the verse and chorus of the song, "Ain't Misbehavin," a shriek of, "My tit is fallin' outta my gown you big galoot!" could be heard over the giggling and drunken chaos of the Clark Street speakeasy. Flossie Braun with her red hair curled close to her face spat at the goon hoisting her by the arms to the wall. Sur...
This is a story I wrote a couple of years ago and thought I would share it here. Now it needs to be understood that this is all fantasy, so please save the idiotic comments about running to the police, etc. *** Sandra watched the small red car approaching at a fairly high rate of speed from her favorite place. As he passed without seeing her, Sandra pulled...
SUPERBOWL SUNDAY AT THE COLFAX INN Valentina was toying with her husband's scrotum. Normally Val wore snug but dignified cashmere sweaters, but today she was clad in a belly tee shirt and what the longshoremen at Buttermilk Pier referred to as "whore shorts". Nibs, Val's loyal and faithful husband was bound to the narrow coffee table in his back office. Hi...
Miss Mabel: chapter 2. Sunday at Home After I had dealt with Miss Mabel and Miss Emily, our relationship was subtly changed, and more observant people, less wrapped up in themselves than Mrs Bissell and Miss Harriet, would have noticed it and commented. Whilst Miss Mabel was, if anything, friendlier and rather playful, Miss Emily was rather timid and ill at...
POOR, PUDGY ROBILLARD! As he brushed and stroked his beautiful goddesses curls, Robie's penis nearly wrecked itself, locked in the tiny casing. Would he escape it today... maybe? Robillard St. Croix finished coming Autumn's cascading blonde hair. He'd given Autumn a great comb over, and massaged his pretty cousin's shoulders till Autumn had purred. She'd l...
Dear Shoeblossom: I met Mariah when she came to rent a room from me some time last year. Mariah is an engaging auburn haired court reporter, with a lovely figure, though somewhat petite. Although I told her she could call me Emmeline, she insisted on calling me Mrs. Kipps. Mariah's a quiet woman, and I was somewhat startled when I accidentally opened one o...
TESTING...TESTING...CAN BASIL PASS? Just yesterday, Ruthanne stared in my eyes "C'mon Basil...you can't love that idiot more than I...don't you know I'm better for you?" And then Ruthie's lips around my cock...up and down, up and down, and I had to keep from cumming then....and I have to keep from cumming NOW Basil kept his eyes shut as he felt himself app...
This is my first attempt to write erotic fiction. It seemed natural to me to give my tale specific locations, Loughborough, Leicester and North London, and a specific time-frame, the 1850's. I hope my tale gives pleasure, despite being so far removed from most stories on Literotica. Please bear with it. Almost all the characters are made up, but two, Alderma...