Tom lay there on the soft mattress, under the warm duvet. It was a cold night, but yet he felt warm. He had a slight headache, from whatever drug it was that she'd used on him, to send him to sleep. But maybe 'unconscious' was more accurate than 'sleep', as he had been totally oblivious to what she'd done next. The duvet was pulled up around his neck, with...
I drive a sterilized knitting needle through my son's left nipple. Sowell grimaces, but he is sucking on one of my bloody tampons, and his buttocks hurt from the vicious caning I gave him earlier. I surprise Sowell—when he's coming out of the tub, wet, naked and vulnerable, I charge in with my whippy cane and leave red, bloody streaks all over his slim whit...
Authors note: This story is an immediate sequel to my first story "Carol's Christmas". The events of this story deal with the younger man named Marcus who Mrs. Carson initiated into the mysteries of sex and submission in "Carol's Christmas". * Marcus was sweating bullets as he rang the door. He burned for Mrs. Carson...Mistress Carol...and needed to be wi...
This is one of my earlier stories, but I hope it's still enjoyable. It was written for the following prompt: "A masturbation addict notices that her clit is gradually being desensitized by her own excessive stimulation, making it more and more difficult for her to reach the orgasms she craves. She fears that if she can't break her addiction to cumming, she m...
Chapter 6 "My lord, I gladly surrender to your greatness!" Zoe informed me with pride as she knelt before me. "Same with me! I adore you!" Sabrina declared. "And with me, O Great One!" Mary assured me, "and to think that I once dared to chide you over ogling Sabrina! Forgive me for that and all other transgressions against you, my liege." "There weren't...
It is vital to the understanding of this story to read the first chapters. As always I encourage comments as it helps to improve the writing. In the ensuing months, Paul and I continued our extraordinary life and enjoyed the surreal (and what many people would consider abnormal) ménage a trios with our elderly milkman Ron. For myself, life could not have b...
Belinda had just showered and dressed when Kate knocked on the door. She could hear James cries from inside the padlocked box and she reached down to open the small four inch square hatch as she skipped through the lounge. James's eyes peered through the small opening just as the fast of blur of her denim legs rushed passed and on to front door. Kate had co...
There's a certain NYC sex shop that I like, primarily because it caters more to women than to men. I just have a feeling of discomfort browsing for my pornographic pleasure when surrounded by too many others of my own gender, or asking sex-related questions of them. I enjoy the thought of buying a toy or two from a female, subtly revealing the true nature of...
As I drove to Roland's place of work I was a bundle of nerves, a very aroused bundle of nerves. Scared, but turned on. Worried about what I was about to do turning out badly, but I was also feeling something else, empowered, emancipated, confident, and very much in charge. It was heady and overwhelming. Much to my surprise it felt right. Having grown up in a...
Miguel threw Father's question back at him, "Why? I'm sure Jean told you her reasons." Father insisted Miguel answer the question, "I'm not asking her. I'm asking you." Miguel took in a deep breath then exhaled slowly, "Well, Father it's because of her faith. She believes conception should occur at the moment of coital orgasm. She could get pregnant from m...