Gretchen had promised me that if I lost my bet in regards to my sister, that I'd be whipped with an Australian stock whip. And since I lost that bet and since Gretchen isn't the sort to let me wriggle out of anything, I soon found myself in the basement, naked and tied to a bondage device that Gretchen called a torture tower. Now, the way Gretchen had me bo...
Paul had reflected a lot since his divorce. He was not about to give up on sex at 53 years old; hookers and wanking were really not up to the job and there was absolutely no way he was going to set himself up to be cleaned out by another gold digging wife. Whichever way you looked at it, a guy with a bit of cash built up was just a sitting target for the cr...
Chapter 14 Even with the anticipation and apprehension Laura still fell asleep within minutes. But she had dreams. Not nightmares as people usually think of them. Well, maybe for most people they would have been nightmares. She found herself in a medieval castle courtyard, naked and bound between two posts. While a group of handsome knights and beautiful la...
Keywords: M/F, F/F, Whip, Oral, Sex, Humil Redistribution: only for personal, nonprofit use Short Summary: Married woman enjoys being whipped as husband fucks other women Please, if you are under the age of 18, don't read this material. Just wait a few years and you'll be all good and legal for this kind of stuff. Now for the rest of you, Enjoy! Phoenix...
I had one hell of a week at work. I thought for sure that I was going to be fired on several occasions, but I managed to survive and on my last day of my week, I was blessed with a fairly easy evening. But before that easy night, Trainer had called to let me know that he was coming over and take me out to lunch. There was a sense of urgency that I never he...
Velvet's Story, Part 4: Absolute Submission and a New Personality Neither of us needed a reminder that out Mistress would soon be home, or that we'd better be ready when she did arrive. The consequences of our not being prepared to open the door as she climbed the few entrance steps were only to well ingrained in us. How things have changed since I was my...
There is a collar he wears. It marks him as my boy, my pet, my love, my person I intend to share my life with. The key part here is that it marks him as mine. I look in the mirror. My hair is pulled back in a low, no-nonsense ponytail which makes my eyes easier to focus on. The boy kneeling next to me has often told me that when I am in the zone, my eyes ar...
This is a retelling of my two stories 'Chance Encounter' and its sequel 'First Night', this time told from the Domme's perspective. While not absolutely necessary it might be enjoyable to read or re read those two stories at some time to get the full flavor of the tales. * It was promising to be yet another dull and empty Saturday evening, after another fu...
Note: This is the story of what happened to me over thirty five years ago. Since the school is still in business I have changed its name and done my best to disguise its location. I doubt that this sort of thing still occurs there, but I have no way of knowing for sure. I have also changed the names of the participants, because it's unlikely any of these wom...
This is the third part of the "Humbled" series. To better understand the storyline, you should read "Humbled", then "Humbled at the Pillory Stockade" first. BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP..... 'What the hell?' I thought as I was rudely awakened from a sound sleep. Then I looked at the alarm clock and realized that I had a software presentation review meeting...