He had seen her before, there at the department store, and he had given her more than a fleeting glance as he bought a newspaper on finishing his coffee before work at the store near where he worked. She had had an immediate impact on him as she strutted past, mature, attractive and so confident. Their eyes had met as she left the store, a prim smile giving...
"J-O-Y, J-O-Y, this must surely mean: Jesus first, yourself last, and others in between." -- Sunday School Chorus (sung to tune "Jingle Bells") Although it seems incongruous to refer to a Sunday School chorus in a Literotica posting, the parallel between my life as a submissive and the chorus prompted me to comment here. As a submissive, the idea of servin...
Push harder, Miranda! I thought to myself. I lifted the free weights above my head. I had selected a 60 pound barbell, and was struggling to finish ten repetitions. I was about to give up as I lowered the weights for the 8th time, but something in my head made me struggle even harder to complete the ten reps. My arms shook and struggled as I strained to lift...
Journey into Submission: The Piercing "Oh god, oh god, oh god," Ruby chanted breathlessly. 'Music,' AJ thought. As always, her moans and whimpers filled him with a fierce delight, a deep satisfaction that she made this loving music when they fucked: a music to which AJ had rapidly become addicted. Ruby lay under him, bound face down on a carpeted bench wi...
Annabel gazed at the slim back and arse of her young master as he strode naked and powerful towards his dressing area, his grip on her wrist forceful but not bruising. He didn't like bruises, or true pain, nor did she herself. What he did love, and what she too had discovered that she adored, was the red paddled behind of one who served him. Most mornings th...
Hi all! I wrote this a while ago, and thought it would be a nice intellectual accompaniment to my latest audio, "Forgive me, Father." Hugs, Josie -------------------------------------- A Sociological Treatise on the Patriarchy of the Roman Catholic Church Or How My Faith Made Me a Masochist There is no denying that the Catholic church is the most ero...
Moving a heavy box, Eliza wipes sweat off her forehead. She has been cleaning out her grandparents’ attic for almost three hours now. They have always been something like pack rats, keeping anything and everything they have found. Though, now that her grandfather has passed and her grandmother is moving into a retirement home, everything has to go. Grabbing...
I am never naked. That's not true, of course, in that I shower and change clothes and have even been known to walk around my house disrobed--if admittedly only when certain that all doors, windows, and even possible future cracks in the building's stucco shell (etc) are sealed and safeguarded. Also, being a grown woman of functional mind and body, I fuck wi...
Author's Note: The story below is 100% real. This series is intended to document my journey into submission at the direction of Miss Gia. All participants and activities described below are real. Much of the writing involves the psychological aspects of submission from the perspective of the sub, not just the physical interaction. If you are looking for an u...
*NOTE: This is my first submission or story written so I apologize in advance for any lack of quality. I hope to get better as I go! Most of this series (yes, I already have about 20 chapters lined up) is based in actuality around my own very real relationship, with some parts embellished, and others that are simply my own fantasy :-) Please comment, and I h...