BDSM has enabled me to save my relationship, leave a cycle of domestic abuse and salvage what's left of my heart. My name is Matthew Dixon and I'm a big and tall black man of Jamaican descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I'm a graduate of the Sprott MBA program at Carleton University, and work for the Canadian Revenue Agency as an auditor. I have o...
This is the third chapter in the story of my submission to my wife for punishment for failure to control my orgasm. My full offer of punishment for my transgression is fully set out in the first chapter for your reference. Each part of this story is true and is told as it actually occurred. As with the previous chapters, my wife told me to let the readers kn...
My name is Nikki Ayres, and for years I've kept the secret of my promiscuity from my friends, family, and co-workers. By day I'm the quiet, efficient account executive whom you might pass in the hallway and never give a second glance. When night time comes I yield to my insatiable lust and seek pleasure wherever and however I can find it. These are my confes...
In the last period we made new friends, a married couple of 39/36yo and a younger couple of 21/23yo. By the way we are 44/32yo. We met them at our gym club during a mixed afternoon in the steam room being naked all. These were the facts. My girlfriend Sylvia and I have a little pleasure showing her off. She usually goes topless on the beach and sometimes s...
It was 5.40 pm on Friday and, as agreed, Peter Redman arrived at church to meet Father Ambrose. Peter believed it was to receive marriage guidance from Father Ambrose, but the evil Father had other ideas. Degenerate ideas which involved Peter helplessly watching his wife get fucked by the Holy man's giant cock. When Peter arrived, the church was empty. He...
If one was to look up the word "suburbia" in a dictionary there would simply be a picture of Chamberlain Close. It was indeed the very definition of middle class respectability, the sort of place where an unkempt front lawn would make one a social pariah. Range Rovers were dutifully washed every Sunday morning, Songs of Praise was watched every Sunday night...
I gave my cock the same assignment I gave you. He was supposed to write up his confession. I'm sorry to say that he failed miserably. It wasn't his fault; he is just not a writer. I punished him. I have decided an interview will work much better. Cock is strapped to the table. You are familiar with the table. It adjusted to his height quite nicely. I have t...
Readers, I have merged this story with another called "Hermaphrodite Obsessions", for more on the two characters Chris and Terri you should go back and read the two chapters of that story. Thanks MV. Hello again dear readers, since you have seemed to continually enjoy my tales I will bring you another. This is not for the faint of heart. For the topic somet...
"What were you thinking of? I mean, come on, what on earth possessed you?" I screamed at my husband Nick. "I can't ... I just don't know......" he tried to respond but I was in full flow. "In the garden! In broad daylight!! Are you mad? As she says, what if her grand-daughters had been staying? You are an idiot," I was like a machine gun, firing at the poo...
Note to readers: Thank you so much for your interest in my pursuing this story. The next morning I woke to Donna's warm mouth on my cock. The covers were off me and around her shoulders as she lay between my legs, propped on her elbows. She held my hard dick to her mouth and her fingers caressed my shaft. She alternated using her tongue and lips to pleasur...