My mum called around one evening and asked how I fancied a long weekend to Hamburg in Germany. She said we would be going on the Friday and returning on the following Tuesday. I asked who would be going, and she replied that my aunty Pam would be going as she always does, herself, and a friend of Pam's called Clair. I said, I would love to go if it was ok w...
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...
(Author's Note: I know it's been awhile. I'm sorry! Please don't spank me too hard! ;) Anyway this part features some watersports humiliation. I know not everyone is into that so I've marked the scenes to help you skip through it if you'd rather avoid it. It all takes place in (2) and I've written it so you can literally go from (1) to (3) without missing a...
If anyone knew of my wife for what she was and the life she was living, they might be confused at the least. Perhaps they would have rejected her, and us in general. For her life, at the tender age of 24, was at my mercy. For she, Annie Wilson to the outside world, was an unperson at home. At any time, she was what I fancied her to be. Not Annie; she was n...
I'm an educated woman... an MBA student... well travelled, good upbringing. So what is it that makes me wink when I see a dust-covered construction worker checking out my legs as he crosses the street? The backlash of all of this civility is a craving for the return to animal instincts. Sometimes it's just a wink and a fantasy. Other times, I just can't seem...
She wasn't beautiful. Jennifer. She wasn't beautiful, not in the classic sense. She was short, had a page boy hair style, and a rather stocky build. On the other hand, she had a magnificent ass, a marvelous smile, and the most beautiful blue eyes. She was the librarian. She was the woman I loved from afar. She was the woman I longed to worship. She was the w...
I have now lived with Mistress Sara and Master Tom for over two years. They are great Masters to serve. We have interacted with other "families" and I have found them less then satisfactory compared to my own. Mistress Sara is a lovely woman, beyond words lovely. She is extremely strict and I have walked crooked for a day or so after not following orders, bu...
Chapter 17 - Ride the Pony I fought to catch a breath as she rode my face. With my nose planted up her ass and my mouth working her cunt, I struggled for air. I hoped this was my last service of the night. I had come to expect that Marry's ride signaled the end of each of my nights. "Oh baby, that's it. Harder...harder...oh yah, stick that tongue up my pus...
This story contains a variety of straight, bi and gay/dyke sex, BDSM, GS, BS, whore, slut and other action. If any of this upsets you, please don't read. If you like it, read on and let me have comments! ***** It was Tuesday morning and the 37yo mom dropped off her little one at the twice-weekly playgroup and stayed to chat with a couple of the other moms...
Chapter 2: Day One - Morning I was awakened at 6am by the little clock on the side of my bed. It didn't buzz or play music. Instead it repeated over and over, "Get up cunt." There was no snooze button. No way to ignore its command to me. No way for me to believe this had been a little girlish fantasy dream I was just awakening from. Instead, 'eyes wide ope...