My Sir and I meet for the first time and when I arrive at the hotel he is waiting for me. I knock on the door and he opens it. Our eyes meet and I see the desire and dominance in his, and I quickly lower my eyes as a slut should, but I shiver inside knowing this is going to be the best night of my life. He allows me to step just inside of the door but leave...
He went again to the shore of the Inland Sea. He was ever drawn there when his soul was aching. He could find a moment’s comfort in the sounds of the waves slapping the wet sand and the gulls protesting his intrusion. The air was chill for the sun sets fast in this season. He walked alone, his mind not there, but far away. After a while he came to an old g...
More Servitude Maria was pondering how great it's been since she found Bill and enslaved him. It was such a wonderful feeling to wield the power she has over Bill. It was so easy for her to make him her slave. Maria can make Bill do anything she wants. Maria had a taste for power but craved more and wanted to see how much she could break Bill into a true sl...
"You came to the right place, Ismail," Mistress Taslima Ali said, and the towering, dark-skinned, bodacious Black Canadian Muslim dominatrix looked at the chubby, small-dicked Black man who knelt at her feet. For ages now, Ismail had been scouring the web, looking for the elusive Black dominatrix who was interested in submissive Black males. Sadly, those str...
Chapter Three - Hell Sara began to return to her senses. Again feeling totally dirty and used this time however revelling in the feeling. Though she was still a little surprised by her actions with the demon, she couldn't imagine what her friends would say if she told next time they all began boasting about how good their boyfriends were in bed. Her though...
On rare occasions, one of us slave girls might be rented out for a night at a location other than the club, presumably at some significant expense to the client. This was primarily done for clients who could not risk accidental discovery at the club - men, or women, whose political, business, or other connections would not permit them to be seen indulging in...
Part I The Traffic Stop The road was dark and unlit. The moon was dodging in and out of the puffy white clouds that looked like a flock of sheep running across the sky. She had been at a bachelorette party for one of her girlfriends. Several beers and three "Jaeger-bombs" later she was cruising along lost and trying to find her way back to the Interstate...
The sun was shining on Naidja's half naked body and heated her nicely. She was wearing a short white tunic made out of sheer fabric that barely covered her butt and supported her tits to be pushed up and squeezed out. It cut deep enough that her round tits were visible all the time. Her legs were covered in nice, thigh high, leather boots. The twenty-two-ye...
I am Lord. I am the savior of this universe but they do not understand yet. These worthless heroes fight everyday against both men and women who truly understand the world. Of course, some may pursue more chaotic desires. But some, like me, truly wish to make a difference even if it means tearing apart everything they “love”. Who is they? Those “heroes” ever...
In Which an Elven Servant Suffers a Succubus to Live in Her Home. Chapter 2 Her skin is actually very soft. Maybe it's all the sulfur fumes in hell, good for the skin, sort of like the water in a hotspring. Or maybe she's a soulless hellbeast engineered to manipulate us with her beauty. One of those. "A little lower, elf," she says while I wash her stomac...