Cherie and Al experience fun in the dungeon * Author's notes: 1. This is a work of fiction. The activities and practices described in this story are not necessarily either condoned or recommended. If you choose to do anything described in real life with real people you do so at your own risk. 2. All characters are fictional and any likeness to any living...
There were seats on the midday L train from Bushwick back to Manhattan, but I decided to stand. I had just been caned for the first time by a very lovely and sweet, yet highly sadistic Domme and my ass radiated heat and pain. The thought of sitting was not in the least appealing. Even just standing hurt, and walking was worse, as I was reminded when I got of...
Henry's head was swirling from a mixture of champagne and the heady delights of cumming twice into Sheila's throat with Serva's tongue up his ass. Tom called to him to throw the dice for Richard. Taking the dice from Tom, Henry threw them onto his side table. A four and a three. Richard looked a little disappointed as Tom called out. "Seven minutes." He wa...
Noelle knelt before the two men, tears misting her eyes. The long lashes batted, and she wondered how this had happened, again. Still, it was incredibly hot to have your husband humiliate you before his least attractive employee. Marsden looked down at his beautiful, naked wife. She was a teensy bit chubby, a curvy Rubenesque figure, with heavy breasts that...
Tarekh was always very nervous when he reported to Miss Archana for his college tuition. A caning was inevitable. After all, that's why he went. But he had no reason to be any more nervous as he pressed the doorbell this time, apart from that the strange craving inside him seemed stronger than usual. Little was he to know that Miss Archana was also in an unu...
Once Mistress got used to using the razor strop it became her favorite way to discipline me. The strop hung in my bathroom proudly patiently waiting its time for Mistress to order me to take it down for another whipping. Mistress found was the strop did not break the skin yet left wide red marks that healed in less then a day. The punishment that the strop g...
The end of Chapter 12 John stayed up, checking his calendar as to the date Kevin was to return. He knew that it would only be a day or two after he returned before he had his slave/slut, Pam, come to him. He carefully planned to turn off the garage light and follow them to where ever she was taken without them seeing him following. He got out his "Colt" a...
I was released from the haven of my mistress' crotch and she stood by me in a central position, flexing her cane in readiness for my punishment as we watched the gimp's misery. The wickedly pencil-skirted headmistress that was Arabella, placed the black dish from earlier at her feet, and ordered the gimp down to it in full view of the eager crowd of women. A...
Eleanor Brigham looked out of the window of the detached mansion that was now hers in entirety, with a smug smile that echoed her contentment. Her eyes took in the clear air of the elevated township of Penkhull, and the grimy smoke of the potteries which swirled below it; the filth of an industry which had led to her late husband's wealth... and which was no...
The next day I worried all day long I might have scared her off with my sudden departure. I could hardly wait for my lesson. When it finally came I was half sick with apprehension. I arrived in the room a few minutes before she was normally due, sat down and waited. I didn't have long to wait. The door opened and there she stood, staring at me. "You came b...