I like your list. The one you posted with all the "some day" fetish things. It seems to me that you think that these things should be singularly explored, slowly and carefully. That may be true. But what if they were strung together as a coherent narrative of exploration? They would read something like this ... To have a scene written for you on literotica,...
"We need all this rope?" Olga asked, her voice dripping with incredulity. Blinking, she hastily added, "Miss Rita," but it was too late. The tone of voice and omission had been noted. Miss Rita had been working with her concerning her use of politeness and proper address when speaking. Olga didn't have to say 'Miss Rita' or even 'Miss' with every sentence, b...
Chapter 4 – Caged Confined to her cell, Melissa's emotions flooded to the surface. She paced the length of the cell to the wall, then back towards the locked door. She grabbed the inner bars and futilely shook them as if that was going to bring her closer to freedom. "I don't believe this" – thought Melissa – "How can they just take my life away from me l...
This is a completely non-sexual tale about right, wrong and responsibility. Each reader will have to come to his or her own conclusions about relative morality. * "Ah, Special Agent Jenkins, my favorite FBI agent! You're welcome to sit out here on the porch or in your government sedan while I waste more of my precious retirement income on my attorney who I...
(please bear with me first time writing this type of story... comment will be read and acted on... addition welcome) The Omega Chapter of the Lamba Alpha Gamma sorority gathered for their weekly meeting just like they have been every Monday night ever since their founding 12 years ago. It was the 6th week of school meaning that the pledges were 4 weeks into...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions...
September 30th: The night of my true awakening as a woman, as a human being – the opening of my soul; the chance to embrace my true self, my submissive self ... what a remarkable feeling, this feeling of being alive, and now I know that there is no turning back. I had, at the urging of these deeply submissive desires, gone online to a site dedicated to as...
I knew I was in for a strange experience the moment my Mistress, Barbara, had me climb into the back of her pickup truck. It was late afternoon on a pleasant day, and she had dressed me earlier in a rather pretty, frilly outfit. Now she commanded, "Lay down on your belly here, girl," pointing to the rear bed of the truck. As I did so, she took hold of my r...
Our relationship was fine until I saw him eat someone. That does tend to put a damper on things. I was...well, still am...his Domme, and he is still my boy. It's just a little confusing. The first time I met Dominic was at a Leather Forever convention, a group I had been a member of for many years. That particular weekend, I had gone to the slave auction o...
My sessions with Peter were had grown more intense. He had been the subject of an anal gang bang and been pissed on. He'd had clothespins flogged from his ball sac. He had even requested to be waterboarded, but I didn't know how to do that safely. There was one more taboo, though, and I wanted him to try it. I wanted to see him get fucked by a guy. We had...