Note: I'm not exactly sure why this client came to see me because he didn't ask questions and nor did he seem to be seeking advice. I think that perhaps he simply wanted to unload to someone and if that is the case it is very understandable because the tale he told was unpleasant to say the least. Starting with bullying and forced oral gay activity, it dete...
After trying out the other genres within the lifestyle it was determined that DMlg and kitten play was just not for us so I did not want to waste the readers' time with those experiences. What we did realize is that I continue to yearn for complete servitude of my Mistress and she is becoming seasoned as a dominant and now that she has the taste for it and a...
Her breasts bounced on top the tight leather corset as she pull the cord stretching his ankle to the fourth and final bedpost. "Fuck yeah" he said through his teeth and she tied it securely. She had time to grab and pull each cord to check how tight they were and swipe his cowboy hat, the only thing covering his thick bare cock, and plop it on her head b...
I was working the counter at our auto parts store when a man in a suit stepped up and flashed some sort of official looking ID at me. He then asked if I was Bill Evans. "Why don't you show me your identification a little more slowly?" I asked politely. "That was a little quick." The guy scowled as he once again pulled his wallet from his pocket and flopped...
Please read my profile for my stance on feedback. Feel free to email suggestions or to start a conversation. Private messages work too. Pete Townshend: "No one knows what it's like to feel these feelings, like I do, and I blame you!" + + + + I sat on the swing watching a spider build its web. The sun was several minutes away from starting a new day. This...
(Author's note: This story features willing cuckoldry, breeding, inferiority complex, cuckold chastity and an age gap. If any of these fetishes do not float your boat, please feel free to click away. You have been forewarned! Advanced vocabulary has been intentionally used here to complement the historical setting. It is not meant to be condescending. Th...
There were three of us on the overnight hike. Myself, I'm Terri, Violet, known as Vi, and Marie. Actually, Violet's real name is Petunia but Marie once told her she was more a shrinking Violet than a Petunia, and we sort of grew accustomed to calling her that. She didn't mind. She says the name Petunia always made her think of Petunia Pig, and she hated that...
Author's Note: Although you can enjoy the story as a stand-alone, I recommend reading Chapter 1&2 in order to get the context of this story. Comments are welcome - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The next two days I deliberately avoided any manner of domination, strictly staying to business as usual. It took a little longer than I anticipated, but late i...
A Special Night Out (Part I) Claire was full of anticipation that evening. Her regular drinking partner, Sian, had suggested that she should dress for an exciting evening. She had pressed her friend for more details but instead she'd been told just to "dress to impress". And that's exactly what she was doing - as she stood in front of the mirror she smiled...
It was quiet in the village marketplace today, not much business. Instead of selling their wares the merchants were chatting and gossiping amongst themselves. Arn did not like to partake in such activities, she and her son, Kraik, kept to themselves. Since it was a slow day she decided to take down their booth, disassembling the tent that provided much neede...