18 June 1:15 AM Circe (Angel) It took me a few hours to get to the address indicated by Tillman and it was the longest and the shortest drive I had ever made. I have to admit I was afraid and that made the drive short, but I was also strangely excited which made the drive long. No, excited isn't the right word. What's the word that describes how soldiers f...
This is my first go at writing a story like this. I'm aware that the characters are rather two-dimensional, but I'm not really aiming at realism. Feedback is appreciated. With apologies to Joe Orton. All characters in this story are over 18 ********** Being a substitute teacher is ordinarily an unforgiving occupation even at the best of times. Trying to...
I have noticed the 'idealistic trend' of making women a passive aggressive, instead of recognizing them for their "power that radiates from within them" that truly appears to be the most frequent reason for them opening up to a male in need. We have too much bias for a horny lady permitting an aroused male the right to give them a good fucking, instead of -...
It was well into the school year now and Gia had gotten accustomed to being used daily. She had mixed emotions about it, she loved all the cock, but she feared for her job. She had long since quit wearing panties and bras, having seen so many shredded, and she found that her pussy could now accommodate the largest black cock. Her months of abuse had stretche...
Barry had a couple of his dom uniforms brought over by one of his loyal slaves. At least he thought she was loyal. He was still stung by Donna's betrayal. He had trained her from slave to switch to a top mistress. "They are waking up", Cecile said interrupting his musing. He looked over to his diminutive rescuer rand smiled. "Let begin." Flicking his whip...
Sitting comfortably in her basement/dungeon, Ottawa's premier dominatrix Madame Whitley looked at her submissive, Shane Johnson, as the big and tall, formerly masculine Black dude stepped out. Clad in a pink Tutu, blonde wig, crimson pantyhose and high heels, the brother was finally letting out his inner slut. For years, Madame Whitley struggled to help Shan...
When I think back on my experiences as a slave one thing sticks out in my mind. There were, of course, many things that went through my head during those first few years. But it is the fear that brings me back. Absolute, mind numbing fear. The kind of fear one feels when they are faced with a precipice and they know that there is no longer a way back. The on...
Introduction: Authors note: Hello dear reader, this is my first story in this website and english is not my first language, but i am up for the challenge. Hope you like my story, and comments are aways appreciated. I decided to write this story seeing how short-lived most of the stories happen to be in this website (no offence intended) , so i hope that my s...
Connor Bishop drove his car across the town of Everwood Bay. The young twenty two year old man smiling as he took in the view of the coastal town. Connor Bishop had short dark brown hair and blue eyes with a slim but athletic build to him. "Ok this next left and then the first right." His friend Heather Ravers informed him. Heather Ravers had long...
The gent had spent the previous night on a BDSM site whose presentation was purposeful and crude, a blocky and forbidding combination of red lettering and black backdrop with a hint of gothic effect. He couldn't recollect doing so with any clarity and was surprised at how functional and productive he had been. The gent looked at the profile he had set up for...