Wallflower After surveying my wardrobe choice my best friend threw up her hands in resignation and wailed, "I thought I told you to wear something sexy tonight?" I'm not surprised that she disapproves of my outfit. I went for comfortable and casual, a simple blouse and jeans. Nothing says sexy like understated simplicity. Right? Cassandra obviously had so...
This story was inspired and requested by a gender-fluid friend, who happens to be a talented bootblack. The bootblack character is based in great deal upon her/him, and her/his requests for what would be in a story. Certain specific language used ("cunt", sissy, faggot, for example), is by her/his request, to more closely mirror how s/he likes to be treated....
On the second Friday of August, 2011, I landed at a second-class airport, north of London. That is the airport normally used by the cheap airlines I had chosen. During the flight, air-hostesses, who spoke with heavy Irish, Spanish and Scottish accents, tried to sell us newspapers, orange-juice, sandwiches, even lottery tickets, causing silent panic attacks a...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are...
I am on on my hands and knees. A halter top struggles to confine my full breasts, silk stockings cling to my legs; otherwise I am naked save for my collar. 'Heel, bitch.' You jerk my leash and I crawl to you as a good bitch should, my eyes fixed on your swollen penis, my tongue straying across my lips lasciviously as I take in its smooth hardness. My cunt...
The blindfold is tight against my face, the leather cuffs around my wrists are securely fastened to the chains that snake under the bed. I'm on my stomach, face turned to the side, mouth open and panting, body covered in sweat. I've been here for hours now, waiting, and now that she's back, all I want, all I need is for her to take me. I feel her weight shi...
Master often talked of having my nipples pierced, the thought always aroused me. But enduring constant pain if not properly pierced, stop any positive response from me. This time, His words were made clear that the time was near. That this was what He wanted and wanted it to happen in a very erotic setting. Master has a way of Him to keep me on the edge...an...
Chapter 8: Freedom I woke to the sound of a quiet "click." The collar was loose on my throat; it had opened by itself. The room was still shadowy dark, but I assumed the click meant it was morning and I was free. I reached up and took the collar off. I sat up, rubbed my neck and looked around. My master was lying on the bed curled up on his right side snori...
It seems like hours before you come back into the room, carrying some toast, some milk and two bowls on a tray, fully dressed. I am still naked, struggling with my bonds, wanting desperately to feel your hands on my skin again. However, you have other ideas as you bring out a thin leash and attach it to my collar. You slide the cool edge of a pair of scissor...
He finally came back to where she stood and uttered His first words since this morning, “Strip.” She wasted no time in disrobing and dropping her clothes at her feet. “At attention” He whispered next to her ear and she assumed the position, arms behind her, legs spread wide, head facing forward. She felt Him slip a leather collar around her neck, but this wa...