Warning: this story contains ideas about theology based on my own bizarre and abnormal imagination. If you can't stomach something that might be "blasphemous" according to the Christian tradition, then DO NOT bloody well read this story! It SHALL offend you, if you're hung up on religious orthodoxy! * Nigel Allen was more than simply fed up with his wife,...
As Sir Dominus carried slave Deanna away through the crowd of Masters, she looked up from over his shoulder at Master D and stuck her tongue out as she rolled her eyes and gave him a big wink and an even bigger silly grin. She was obviously pleased with being chosen by the strong Master who had her in his clutches. As they disappeared beyond those gathered...
I bent over and my wife eased the five-inch anal intruder into my arsehole, then adjusted the double rubber straps from the front and rear of the dildo up my body to the slave collar around my throat. The D-rings the rubber straps hooked onto pulled the thick intruder deep into my back passage and provided stimulation to my sphincter muscle, thus making my u...
Mary wasn't sure how she found herself in a black leather corset with three, inch wide straps, that wrapped around her slim waist and fasten themselves into highly polished silver buckles. She was also confused on how she came to be wearing matching thigh-high stockings with leather knee-high boots and no panties. But regardless of how she ended up being dre...
Hello, this short story presents a (my) conclusion to the two stories - "Something We Have to Talk About" by nici - which is the original story line. And the companion story - "Nothing To Talk About" by poorrichard. I was intrigued by nici's concept of the story, but it left me hanging in "mid-mind". Then poorrichard added his version of how the principle ch...
[My Love, so many months have passed and our love only grows stronger. I have been good and you haven't had to discipline me in awhile. But our experiences together have been more than rewarding. One Friday as I started to leave work, you IM'd me asking me what time I would be home? I gave you a time and you told me to be online at that time and that you ha...
This is going to sound strange coming from me, but here is how it all started. We were watching the last race of the Nascar Season and I foolishly made a bet with Red that my driver would finish higher in the race than his. "Ok, what is the prize?" asked Red. I said, "Who ever wins gets whatever they want for an entire day." Red looked at me, "Are you sure...
Chapter 7 - The second day Once Lisa's punishment was finished and the Tri-Alphas filed out of the sitting room, Tracy and Heather found the two alternates for the shower attendants. The two main attendants now were off-duty, but Heather wanted the pledges cleaned up before taking them back to the Four-Beta House. Tracy, Heather, and the two new shower at...
At her dorm Joy lay on her bed thinking about the afternoon. She smiled at the pleasure that she derived from the Headmaster. Joy knew that Miss Kneed was playing with herself. This gave Joy an immense deal of pleasure. She was sure that she wanted to have the attention of Headmaster. Perhaps, Joy thought, this would be just the thing to make Miss Kneed a pe...
Millicent Jamison scanned the job search website on her laptop. This had been a regular habit since she had been made redundant from the Peerless Upholstery Company. She had loved her job as general office manager, taking phone enquires, booking appointments and a hundred other tasks that made her days interesting and varied. Now that her husband, Stephen, w...