All characters in this story are over the age of 18. For this to make sense it is recommended to read chapter 1 first. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* After I got back from the sorority's den I went straight to bed. I was so tired. I didn't wake up until Monday morning. I quickly gathered my things and walked to class. Jen was sitting there. She waved as I e...
I had received an email from Mistress Deborah; it was a list of questions about my fetishes. Answering as truthfully as I dare, I awaited a response. Had I revealed too much? No, I needed her to realize the extent of my submissiveness. Everything seemed aligned. First, her age of fifty, twice my age, and the attached photo of her body only-fit hand in g...
She breathed a sigh of relief as she walked out the door of her office. Work had been very testing for her and she needed to free up some tension. She headed down the road towards town, her heels click-clacking as she moved. She looked quite conservative in her uniform, she wore tights and a knee length pencil skirt with a fitted shirt buttoned up over her a...
This story reads in an extremely offensive manner, because my MILF whore wanted me to be honest... I met this gorgeous woman on the website. Right off the bat, I will acknowledge that I would prefer to use her real name, but as you read on you'll know why I call her my 'slut' and why she insists on that being my title for her... We chatted online for a cou...
As with all my reports, the following is true. I had been feeling in quite a mood for some time. None of my "normal" kinks were really giving me what I needed. I happened to communicate that to one of my online friends - my favorite actually, who has given me such good orders in the past. He requires written "proof" of my completion of the tasks, and it's t...
Barbara walked forward, prompted by the riding crop which would occasionally fall on her bare ass cheeks. She was totally concentrated as she walked, fearing that she may tip and fall. She was thankful for the shoes they gave her since they protected her feet in the forest path. Her hands were bent at the elbows behind her back and secured with a pair of han...
I was in a world of trouble. We'd been back from our trip for less than a week when Daddy came home from work early and found Jamie and me twisted up in a dyke 69. Daddy was enraged that we'd dare fuck without his permission. He was always very generous with his permission, he reminded us, but permission was required. It's one of Daddy's strict house rules...
The following story is based on an e-mail I received from a reader. She described in some detail all the things she used to get up to with her first husband and asked that I write a short story. Sandi, this is for you... * * * * * At 32, Sandi's a good deal younger than me. She's a real good looker but a little on the short side standing at about 5'2". Al...
While I was showering and getting ready for work I couldn't help but wonder what a change in direction my life had taken and whether it was a good direction. I used to be able to eat how and what I wanted, I was able to do what I wanted, wear what I wanted, and most of all, I had control over my body, something that before I started looking into bondage, I h...
I carefully peek into the dark smokey interior of the rather seedy bar You have directed me to. A rush of gratefulness tingles my skin as I see that You are sitting there. Impishly I slowly saunter up to Your table giving You and all the others ogling my lithe body in my sexy outfit a show. I smile seductively, coyly dropping my chin waiting for You to offer...