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Office Slave, Tied Servitude

by HeyAll on Sep 26, 2017
BDSM

Renee was a woman with a very particular fetish. Ropes. Bondage. Restraints. Those were the things which made her feel safe. It gave her the feeling that she was alive. It was her dirty little secret. And only a select group of people actually knew about it. She was a financial analyst for Cobolt Lansing, a major corporation. And she was also a personal...

Discussing Terms and Labels

by XplrgMDCpl94 on Apr 14, 2020
Reviews & Essays

The author of "Fifty Shades of Gray" did an excellent job of playing on the words, her main character's name and the concept expressed by "fifty shades." There are so many variations expressed, most especially when it comes to sexuality, that fifty is probably too small of a number. That said, I was thinking about various terms in common use and how they cou...

Sir’s Open Letter

by SirCarl on Sep 16, 2017
Letters & Transcripts

Girl I am interested in talking with you. I have been looking for a live-in female slave who is looking for, needs, and wants a strong Dom/Master, who is a disciplinarian that can and will put you in your proper place while giving you that wonderful feeling of being surrounded by your Master's loving, caring, and protective arms. If you have recognized your...

Race Play Ch. 01

by Samuelx on Sep 16, 2017
Interracial Love

My name is Rose White and I'm a six-foot-three, busty and kind of chubby, big-bottomed white woman with red hair and green eyes living in the town of Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm an out and proud lesbian multi-millionaire and one of the kinkiest women you will ever meet. I'm really into race play. Race play involves individuals of one race sexually dominatin...

Robin and Connie Pt. 01

by Robingreen678 on Nov 18, 2019
Mature

First, a little about me. As I write this I am a sixty-three year old, still sexually active, bi, submissive woman. My stories are memories of a kinky life. I am still in the lifestyle. When this adventure started I was a 35 year old straight business consultant living with a loving partner. When 35, I was at about 125 pounds, today 140. I am still 5 foot 7...

Kenyan Queen Ch. 01: The Meet

by wayne_mak on Sep 15, 2017
BDSM

The Meet. On a hot evening a white man was walking along the street after a night of drinking with his friends. He came across a street bar and saw an ebony lady sitting at the bar. The white man asked "may I have seat." The ebony lady said "yes if you buy me a drink." The white man smiled and sat down. The two began to chat as they drank their beers....

Polarity

by zudua on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

What is dominance, really? What is submission? Where is the line between the two, and where is the distinction drawn? Some see the roles as defined by actions. The dominant dominates, the submissive submits. This is fine, but in these actions, what is dominating, and what is submitting? Are there certain actions that are "dominant," and certain actions that...

My Thoughts: Levels of Submission

by Master_n_Mentor on Sep 13, 2017
Reviews & Essays

One of My favorite books is The Loving Dominant by John Warren. This essay is one that I have working on, in My mind for several weeks, and it always gets put to the side because in the middle of putting it together I think of something else I want to write about. This time I finished it. The topic that caught My mind's interest is in chapter 5; levels of s...

Black on Black BDSM: Mixed

by Samuelx on Sep 14, 2017
Fetish

I frigging hate it when sluts fart while you're fucking them in the ass. For real. Take my latest slave for example. Cleopatra Jane Hamilton. Short and thick, light-skinned Black chick with Black hair and green eyes. Her daddy's White and her mama's Black. She was born and bred in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. One of those mixed-race women whose p...

Master's Pet Ch. 04

by FluteMaster on Sep 12, 2017
BDSM

In the gloom of the club she knelt beside him, leaning into his leg, comforted by his hand playing with the strands of her hair or tracing the curve of her shoulder. Around them music and lights pulsed and moved. People talked, danced, laughed and enjoyed themselves. But she was quiet, still, lost in her own world yet acutely conscious of her Master sitting...