I work as a security guard in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Not the most glamorous job in the world, especially for a guy in his late twenties who's close to completing his university studies in the Capital after a long hiatus from the higher education system. The name is Stephenson Jacques, and I'm a big and tall young Black man of Haitian descent with a sto...
Letter from the author: As is the case in all the stories in this series, there is a lot of female domination, humiliation and even some bi-sexual acts by the male character. If this is not what turns you on, please move on. I never understand those of you who read these types of stories and then bash them for being what they are. Some people enjoy these typ...
One of the real joys of the holiday season is how the kink community comes together to celebrate. It seems that everyone is allowed to let their hair down that much more, to party like pagans, and to lose him or herself to pure hedonistic pleasure. This holiday season, the Houston kink community was coming together not only to celebrate in grand style, to sa...
"Rachel, you are a crazy woman, and the funny thing about insanity is that people who are insane don't even know that they're insane," Paul Winters said with a smile, and Rachel LeConte smiled, knowing that she had him right where she wanted him. One way or another, things were going to change between them tonight, Rachel would have it no other way. "I'm no...
I knelt beside the chair of my Mistress. Back straight, head tilled down with downcast eyes as was proper. Every now and then while she spoke to her guests, she would reach out and stroke the top of my head, right between the pig tails and a small smile would on appear on my lips. My makeup had been tastefully applied, no street walker or woman of the night...
I knelt beside the tub and waited for my Mistress's command. She laid back in the soapy water, surrounded by a cloud of steam, her long black hair flowing out around her. "Washcloth, maid," she said, and I immediately handed her a blood red cloth. As she washed her legs she looked at me with a grin. "Are you ready for the party tonight?" she asked. "Oh, yes...
'Trudy, get your pretty clothes off and go downstairs to the bakery immediately.' Pie Mistress screams. I was the new Saturday sales girl at our local shop and this was my first day. I knew I'd done wrong and had to obey her every command. My friend, Trish, warned me that the manageress took an unorthodox method of control and it looked as if I was going to...
The world would run much more smoothly if everyone knew their place. My name is Kristin Jill Peterson and I firmly believe we all have our place in this world. Some of us must lead. The rest of us must serve. I belong to the category of leaders. I'm a five-foot-eleven, kind of chubby and big-bottomed, blonde-haired and green-eyed Irishwoman living in the cit...
A few months had passed since the wild Christmas party, which had found me bound, beaten, ass-fucked, and humiliated in front of more people from my past. I was busy washing Mistress Chantz's convertible in a skimpy white string bikini and matching heels, with my hands bound behind my back, which was obviously quite a sight for the neighbors. By now I was us...
After my latest adventure with Ms. Gere and Mistress Alexandra, work was becoming unbearable. Ms. Gere treated me differently. She avoided me at all costs and wouldn't look me in the eye. Surely, she knew that I wouldn't have disobeyed her strictest rule on purpose. It was the sheer power Mistress Alexandra had over both of us that made me do it. I surm...