Someone once told me "that the best stories I've ever written, revolve around one of two subject matters: either writing about what happens to me personally, or just as effective: the 'fantasy,' incorporating what it is that I would like to happen to me, personally." This is an actual occurrence. It happened only 2 nights ago. Never having owned a vibrator...
Dear Shoeblossom I was so nervous when I got out of the Uber. I had been e-mailing with Tish for some time and had been so enthralled by the details of how she trained her husband, Guapo. Apparently Guapo had been the child of nobility, or rich parents anyway, and had been sent to the U.S. to study engineering, but after his discovery in some femdom escapa...
College truly did ramp up on me, and I am sorry for taking so long with the other stories. I wrote this a few months back in a few hours, and I am going to post it to see how the reaction goes. If it bodes well then I might turn it into another series. I am nearly done with the next chapter of Magical Essence and am in the process of rewriting the second an...
Leaving the academy was a big step, and my heart fluttered on the train as I rode towards my new life. Everything I owned—which was admittedly not a great deal—was either on my person or packed into a small suitcase in the luggage rack above. As many people averted their eyes as stared whenever passengers boarded or departed. After all, I was still wearing...
The position of a courtesan within a household has never been well-defined. While some of us go on to marry our masters and others are given recognised status as "kept women", perhaps living in a separate townhouse, many of us inhabit a grey area somewhere among the other household staff. At Leeway Manor, I was given my own room within the servants' quarte...
Stop what you're doing. I know all you want is to be treated like the filthy little slut you are. Stop trying to fight it. You spend all day pretending to have thoughts and opinions. Someone needs to put you in your place, and show you what it means to be completely under control. If you're not naked, you should be. Take everything off. Then sit up, kneeli...
Dawn was understandably nervous. She had taken chances with her husband before, meeting Shaun at lunch for their sessions, calling him on her cell phone before her husband came in the bedroom, then hiding it, letting Shaun hear her fuck him, but this time she would have so little control. The costume party provided a perfect way for Shaun to get close to her...
This is a work of fiction inspired by the beautiful, natural busty glamour model Leanne C and her photo shoots as a latex clad warrior. This story explores a fantasy setting where Leanne is placed in a similar role to Helena D in the movie, DOA and attempts to put to words her amazing fight against the two dozen swordsmen. * Leanne placed her hands on her...
Sarah's owners decided to take her on a trip to the store. They chose a nice sun dress for her to wear. Panties were not allowed on this trip, neither were shoes. Sarah was told to have a shower and then put on the dress that was provided. She was used to them telling her what to wear and when to wear nothing. When she stepped out of the room in nothing but...
Everything was set for Ashley's surgery and her last day at Padded Bliss had finally come. Angela had been training her to get used to the toilet, even when she didn't have to go. To make it easier, Ashley had switched to pull-up-style diapers. Though she was still having accidents, both wet and messy, Angela was impressed by just how well she was adapting t...