Mistress Lindsay took no crap. Her orders were precise, her manner direct. I went from quiet subservience on the kitchen floor to quietly licking the grime from her street shoes in the living room. The taste was terrible and the grit on my tongue and my teeth made me nauseous. I took advantage of my actions to survey Mistress Lindsay, about forty years old...
"If I ever deal with a Black man again, he'd have to be different, I would need a Black man who can admit he eats female ass, and isn't afraid of my damn strap-on," Madina Ali said, and the tall, curvy and scantily clad, masked young Somali Muslim woman smiled at her unseen audience. Got them freaks right where I frigging want them, she thought with a happy...
Disclaimer: I do not own Arrow, The Flash or anything to do with DC. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** "You sure you're up for this?" Felicity asked nervously, "I mean, I know it can be difficult, moving from friends to lovers. Not that it was for me and Sara, or us and Nyssa. God no, it was amazing. But it was scary, and what y...
**After my three days of training, my fantasies continue. My week by myself was finally over. I had watched the three dvds and I had stroked my cock and balls many many times while watching them. They where awesome. When Mistress Nikki came to the door she was wearing a trench coat and all I could see for sure was that she was wearing high heels and had sto...
For the next half an hour Mistress Jenny continued to read her book, noticing Patrick's movements only when he passed her to go into her parlor, probably to go check on Simon. She was almost through he book, so she decided that she needed to go shopping for some new ones, and whatever else took her fancy. She reached for the phone to call for a Chauffeur Sla...
I awake lying on the floor next to my bed, my balls, and cock still aching from yesterday’s events with Mistress, My asshole still very raw and sore, from her use of it. A smile creeps across my face, as I replay the events in my mind. Remembering how Mistress, made me her own, by way of abusing my most sensitive body parts. I hear Mistress stir in my bed, a...
Chapter 6: Thoughts I Hate To Love Did I mention my Mistress took digital photos and movies continually? I have no idea how many photos and movies she's already taken, but I'm to be the darling of her future web-site. She already considers herself a professional destined to catch all my shame for her, and posterity. "Heel!" I couldn't believe I'd been see...
Flicking through the pages of her precious book Beyonce Knowles came across a set of photos she had taken a few years ago and hadn't looked at in a while. Like all the other photos which brought back such vivid memories these made her smile, Beyonce remembering coming back to her hotel suite expecting to find one of her willing white sluts waiting for her on...
Thank you to all who have commented/rated my previous instalment. I hope this episode does not disappoint you. Mistress began by unhooking the ball weights, making my cock become fully erect, and extracting a muffled scream as the pain in my balls registered. This was made wonderfully strange by Her silk-gloved hand slowly wanking my cock - the first real t...
"Everybody ready in 2 minutes," said the harem master while she rang the bells. "Mistress will be here with her guest." I heard her void from the upstairs and I knew I had to leave everything and go to the main salon of the apartments. But before I did that I quickly removed my clothes. The first rule of the house was that we were not allowed to wear anythi...