Lady Jezebel Renoux's lips puckered slightly as she regarded the girl in front of her. The brunette was pretty enough, in a kind of pixie-ish way. She had a nice round set of breasts on her that had probably had some work done on them prior to her being brought here. They were nice but Jezebel felt they were kind of out of place on the small-framed girl. She...
Section 1; Introduction and definitions. This document is a contract entered into consensually and informed by _________m_________ herein known as "Master" or " _______________" and __________s____________ herein known as :slave", "the slave" or "_________________". __________s____________ is familiar with the instrument of slavery and understands the seve...
Dorian was in the giant pyramid located in the tribal city that he had grown to be quite familiar with. His wife, the young queen, played with her very pregnant pussy as he told her all about the last week in which he had done a mercenary job for a girl that ended with him having sex with him and getting pregnant with twins. He hadn't known that she would...
I started my other new job as a full-time slave on Friday afternoon. I signed my life over to them and they tattooed their ownership mark on me. They put a gleaming steel ring around my neck, with a D-ring off the front that they could use to tie me or lead me with a leash. It locked so you couldn't see a seam on it. They fucked me for four or five hours str...
Jesse looked at herself in the mirror of her bathroom. Her pouty lips shimmered with pink lip gloss, and her curved lashes made her deep brown eyes seem darker. She'd decided on a pair of knee-high velvet heels, and a pair of lingerie suspenders that peeked from under the bottom of the baggy, bright-red hoody that she was using as dress. She'd decided on no...
From my earlier story "Transition": j crawled up the steps behind Goddess Veronica. She stepped through the door and j followed on his hands and knees. She turned and as the door closed and the lock clicked, a passerby could have heard her say, "Get those clothes off, crawl back to the dungeon and get on the table face down with your feet hanging off the ta...
(The tags i've provided apply to the story as a whole {so far} - and there may be more coming. This story is a patchwork of ideas and bits of plot i came up with over literally years. For background music, i recommend Joan Jett's version of "Starfucker", Zappa and the Mothers' "Road Ladies" and "What Kind of Girl Do You Think We Are?" and the DiVinyls' "I To...
The reason I like fucking women in the ass so much, besides the fact that it's tighter and warmer, is that it teaches a slut what she's good for: being fucked in whatever hole feels best to the man. You see, sex (and really life) should be about the man's needs. Once a woman has devoted herself to pleasing her man and only then, the residual efforts should g...
Guess I shouldn't have been surprised it would come to this. Jack always insisted he was getting better, but sure enough, he was up to his old tricks: Stealing shit to fund his 'kicked' dope habit. Now I'm sitting on my front porch as Detective Pindick goes through my shit. He probably thinks I'm in on it. I'm sure to him that anyone with tattoos and a mohaw...
"Is he awake?" The voice seemed so distant as though he and the soft feminine voice drifting through his rousing consciousness were playing a game of telephone with tin cans and string. His eyelids were still heavy, his vision still cloudy and he felt slightly nauseous. Vague remembrances of the night before scratched at his brain as he swam through thick p...