My name is Amanda. However, only my father and my dom call me that. Everyone else calls me Mandi. I am a submissive longing to become a slave- wondering if I am cut out for the job. I live with my dom. He owns my heart as well as my body. Believe it or not we met at work. He was my supervisor. Never before had I been dominated though I've always longed to be...
Author's note: This particular story is about five percent fiction, ninety five percent nonfiction. There will be, I imagine, many more stories about this particular pair to come. Of course, no pun intended there. In the meantime perhaps I will look in and see what Teresa and her Master have been up to. No good, I am sure. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Michael led the sl...
With both my husband and I now company whores for Bangher Technologies, and both extensively modified both bodily and mentally, we are indeed a severely changed couple. For one thing my husband is a complete submissive, like I am, but with me he is my absolute Master, and we now derive all our pleasure from serving those I have wronged on my way up the corpo...
They rode together quietly. Subdued. But the sexuality... the tension.... was heavy upon them. He couldn't keep his eyes from drinking her in ... She looked to him ... wonderful! Severe in her suit, but bright and mischievous in her eyes. And he knew the simmering power of her sexuality. Her new sexuality. So nascent and feral and breathtaking. Just mom...
The Glebe area of Ottawa, Ontario, is usually a quiet and upscale neighborhood, but tonight at the Hiller townhouse, things were getting loud and steamy. Mark Dixon had Donna Hiller on all fours, face down and ass up, in the Hiller living room. The big and tall, burly young black man pulled on the curvy redhead's long hair and smacked her big white ass while...
Submissive girl gets the best of her band director. I knew I should have knocked. I knew I knew I knew. But did I? I opened the door to his office, the band room was empty, chairs strewn about lazily from prior classes. School had let out an hour ago yet I was still here, ready to beg for admission to join the jazz band. I straightened my skirt, smooth...
Amelia was kindly asked to dress in something very formal; it was her birthday after all. So her favorite "little black dress" and sexiest heels were chosen, laid out, and accessorized until she had just the right compliment to the outfit. A simple string of pearls was all that was deemed necessary. After all, wasn't it him that said, "You're the most beauti...
Drake grinned at his parents, and at the military black jeep sitting in their yard. "Happy Birthday, son." His dad said, throwing the keys to him. "Take it out for a spin!" His mother chirped. Drake obliged, grinning even wider as the engine purred to life. He backed out of the driveway and sped down the road. He hit the back-country highway, wanting...
I hope you like this installment. Please let me know what you think. I'm hard at work on the next chapter. *** As day became night in the Romanian capital, Bitsy returned from her IPD duties in Paris to enjoy a breathtaking sunset. It wasn't often that the winter clouds parted to reveal the spectacular incandescent pinks and oranges that faded to purple an...
"It's so weird to be here when it's not Friday. It's like a different restaurant." Here happened to be a hole in the wall diner that many insisted was the best place around for waffles. That it was also the only place open at 3 a.m. on a Tuesday night did not presently leave room for argument. Shaiana glanced around, used to coming here after a night of dan...