6 Days - A Lyrical Short Story of Sexual Frustration Let me start by saying I hate no-masturbating rules. Let me follow that up by saying my Domme knows I hate no-masturbating rules. Today is day 5 of her no-masturbating rule. Day 5 of 6. 5 days. Do you understand how long that is? I don't know if anyone's ever died of sexual frustration before bu...
Sunday Spot woke me moving what little she could. I considered unzipping her legs and letting her pee inside but decided I still got a kick out of her peeing outdoors. I untied her front legs, and she raced to the back door, I opened. Spot ran into the yard and squatted and peed. I shut the door trapping her out in the back yard while I considered whether...
Chapter Two: Master's House This is the story of just how a slave was selected as her Master's full time slave. As you can see by the title this is the second part of this work. While it should be able to stand alone it might help the reader to read the previous chapter. I encourage you to rate this story and I invite your comments. So please take the time...
"Well, it looks like we have a winner, or should it be looser? HAHA, ok folks, our next puppy slave is going to be cheerleader number 4, Meri." The announcer had drawn out the selection for a little bit, to get the crowd excited and make the girls chained to the examination frames squirm a bit more from nervous fear. When Meri's name was called, however, the...
Thank you mollycactus! This story wouldn't be possible without your help. Grace is a character from Submission in the Sun and Sand. Inspired by carrie p. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resem...
I simply could not sleep last night. I was too damn horny and having Cleo snuggled up to me was more than a man could handle. I got up in the middle of the night to go handle some work and try to clear my mind. I only needed to wait a little longer. Today was day seven of training, meaning it was the day I was going to finally fuck the ever-loving-shit out o...
Alanna shook with nervousness as Master led her into the mansion by the leash he had affixed to her collar. It was Saturday night and he was taking her to a party, but she had to follow strict orders about everything. Although Alanna still slept on the mat at the end of Master's bed and he still called her pussy, and the plug with the tail was still hangin...
I woke up feeling drained, and comfortable. My covers were wound between my legs and I was using my larger quilt as a pillow. As per my always classy demeanor, I had been drooling through the night and my face needed to be nauseatingly peeled from my quilt. I get myself comfortable in bed, my covers placed over my body with my breasts hanging freely above th...
Author's note: This is the beginning chapter of a story assignment I've had for months. I hope to write more of it and delve deeper into this story. As always, feedback is welcome! *** For about a month or so, Claire had been whining and begging her Master for something different to spice up their sex lives a bit more. The whips, riding crops, floggers, c...
A gag can be uncomfortable to the uninitiated. It’s not simply a matter of something to keep you quiet, although of course it does that too. It makes it harder to breathe, can hurt your jaw, and indeed, for the less strong willed slave can degrade you thoroughly, depending on the type. There's a huge range of styles from your silk scarf through to the rubber...