You walk in, hot and tired, from work.. As you enter the living room you see me kneeling on the floor waiting for you. I, your slave, am dressed all in black. Silk stockings cover my legs from toes to thighs, clipped front and back by a matching garter belt. Thong panties leave my ass nearly bare. My breasts are uncovered, nothing keeping them from your gaze...
Black six-inch spike heels. Black silk thigh highs. Black crotch less panties. Black garter belt. Black leather corset. Riding crop. You enter the room and see me dressed as I am. Intimidating. Dominant. I bid you strip every stitch of clothing from your body, and abruptly leave you to your privacy. After but moments I reenter the room, knowing you’re devoi...
This story is completely fictional and is intended for mature readers, the characters names and situations do not represent anyone real and are completely chosen at random. This all started about a month ago when I was getting bored with all the wannabe Mistress's I'd been encountering online for the past year, finally I had found a women who sounded for re...
Mistress Tanya stalked angrily around her slave, the pretty young blonde that had been reduced to a quivering mass of fear before her. She had been stripped of her true name, and called merely Pussy, ever since she had been accepted by her well-tanned, raven-haired Mistress. At the moment, Pussy was suspended from the ceiling by a long chain, which was clipp...
I knew you were the one I was looking for the moment I saw you in the club. You looked ill at ease as you danced with your friends while dressed in what could only have been stag night attire. Some people just don't feel comfortable in drag, I suppose. I danced up to you and looked you in the eye before leaning in to talk into your ear. "Snap," I said, ju...
He sat back and smiled. In the hotel restaurant, by the time their main course had arrived, he could see his Marta start to reemerge and now as she swallowed down the last mouthful of her steak, he was relieved to see the colour returned to her cheeks, her shoulders relaxed and the tension dissolved from her body. They had talked about her week - the mountin...
Prologue She is nineteen years old, with the body of a fifteen year old girl, and the eyes of a ninety year old holocaust victim. Her lips are a thin line of pink and crimson, and when they are not, they are parted in unspoken protests, revealing to everyone what happens when those protests are made audible. Her hair is a mess of knotted brown and dirty blo...
The Viper class-2A Warbird left Gondora's orbit traveling through the Cylarian system at hyper speed. The smaller scaled, yet highly equipped, battle cruiser carried her normal operating crew of a dozen individuals along with seven elite Shadow Warriors commanded by Drakari Ul'thri. The Viper and her crew were on their way back to the Allied Federation's hom...
Kim ran until she made it back to her room. Luckily Stephanie had finished her shower and left a hurried note on the white board that she was out partying and if Kim wanted to join she could. Kim just stormed into her room, and collapsed onto her bed, tears welling up. "I can't believe HIM!" She screamed into her pillow. "And that bitch...THAT WHORE!" Tim t...
All characters in this story are over 18. ***** Perspiration coated my skin, and drenched the sheets under me. I was bound spread eagle to the bed and blindfolded. I could feel the soft, suede straps of a flogger being dragged in tantalizing patterns over my exposed skin. A deep voice spoke, one which I have memorized every inflection of, and have often he...