I dominate my husband with prostate milkings and strap-on discipline!!!!!! Now that that's out of the way, a little background information on how we got to this point in our lives. I am not your typical leather-clad dominatrix that you see on TV. As far as I'm concerned, all that leather is just for show! I am your typical normal, unassuming housewife tha...
(This story is fantasy written by me for fun. It contains spanking and humiliation. Please do not read if this bothers you. All characters are 18 or older) Both of my young ladies sat in the back of the car with raised skirts, with both sets of panties down to their knees as they sat on the cool leather seats. They were wearing their punishment outfit, w...
"Janice you're my wife and, by god, if I have to whip you every night of our marriage I will if it teaches you to mind me." The new bride cried out as the heavy leather strap connected with the tender round hills of her bottom once more. His wife for barely a day and already he thought it necessary to turn her on her stomach and punish her across the end of...
Author's note: The protagonists of this story, Rebecca Eriksson-Garner and Sarah Garner-Eriksson, already featured in my stories "The 14th anniversary", "My beautiful sub(missive)" "Sarah acts out" and "Choosing Corner time", This is just another vignette about their life together and their love. A warning: The setting of my world may seem real enough and th...
I appreciate the feedback from many of you who asked me to resume this story and apologise for the delay in my so doing. My return to this story found me fascinated with the changes occurring in both Jack and Laura. * When Laura had discovered her husband Jack's penchant for surfing the web in search of naughty pictures and stories about women's intimate b...
Marci stepped out of the hot shower and immediately grabbed her heavy terry cloth robe. Before she slipped the robe over her shoulders, she caught her reflection in the bathroom mirror; her long dark hair was slicked back and dripping down her back. She was in a hurry, she was supposed to meet her husband, Timothy, at their investment broker's office in an h...
Chapter 3 Beyond Spanking Helen didn't need spanking every night. Sometimes she'd go a week before the craving came. We had a ceremony for those days. In a woven basket we'd bought at a market in Martinique on vacation several years ago, Helen would present me with one of her 'wife sets'. When she did this I knew she needed disciplining before bed. On those...
Coming home from a day's work, I was curious about the number of cars,parked in front of my house. As I opened the front door, I was surprised to see five of my wife's closest friends sitting in my living room. All of them grinning and staring at me as I walked in. "Is this a book club, or a Tupperware party?" I asked. "Neither," said a strange woman, I...
My wife, Diane, and I met our darker selves one evening, after she cheated at cards. A game of Bridge, of all things, nearly tore us apart. We were guests of Cyril and Coral, a couple we had only recently met, initially through Diane's legal work. The following evening we coincidentally met them again at a London club. Over drinks they extended an invitatio...
Author's Note: Consider this an alternate reality story in which Queen Victoria Alexandrina (1837 – 1901) of Britain, Scotland, Ireland, Empress of India and Defender of the Faith lives a domestic discipline (DD) lifestyle with her beloved Husband Prince Albert as the Head of Household (HoH). The story is set relatively early in their marriage; Before the Qu...