A Wife's Journey Submitted & Owned TAG: It's about a shy submissive wife coming out to acknowledge her addiction to BDSM and her training by her dominant husband leading to her losing all inhibitions and getting owned. Note for the reader; this is not a work of fiction or fantasy. It is a true story that took place some 15 years ago while we were living...
Karla and I had been married for about 5 years when we moved from our sleepy home town to the state capital. A promotion at work had forced us to move and Karla to leave her job, both of which pleased her. At 25 Karla was keen to experience life in a big city and she was more than happy to have some time off work to explore the "Big Smoke". About 2 weeks af...
This continues what we started in Party Animal 1... PART FIVE With that, the poker game recommenced, except now Lucy was delivering drinks and attending to the players – and spectators – almost completely naked, not that the clothes she was wearing were covering anything at all. The next hand was a short one, that Julian won for a change. With a smile he...
Cheating and Rivals – Part 22 "Zip me?" Jen said the next Friday night, turning her back to Mike and holding up her long blonde hair. They were going to dinner for some alone time. Maggie was babysitting Anna. Mike zipped up his wife's dress. "You're not wearing stockings?" he asked looking at her bare legs. "It's so hot and humid lately," Jen said. Think...
After our trial, and the girls-only celebration that lasted through the night, Wendy and I were given 3 days of rest and recovery restricted to the Rogonfeldt grounds. I did some writing. She and I were able to go on long walks. The other girls left us to rest up; the masters ignored us. They were busy with the other girls and, especially, with integrating R...
Earlier submissions under The Transformation of Betty surveyed the main events of my wife's transformation into a sub slut. But there are events and scenarios that were erotic as stand alone vignettes and here are a few of them: Vignette 1, The Window: Unlike couples who limit sex to the bedroom, my wife and I relished playing in our living room. She loved...
It seemed more like days instead of hours when Master Jonathan and Mistress Susan came back down into the dungeon. We heard their footsteps way before we heard their voices. We were both uncomfortable in this kneeling position and we had begun to ache from being in the one position too long. "Well my little pets. How are we doing this evening? I hope you ar...
When I was in the Army, sexual opportunities were limited, but not non-existent, particularly in the middle 70s when the Army first began to admit women to the general population. Prior to that, the best opportunities were with young civilian secretaries, the occasional nurse or WAC or young wives whose husbands were overseas. Personally, having served in Vi...
"I love old fashioned discipline, Sir... manacles..." she taunted. "Educated men who know what they want... and who won't blush or go squeamy when they get what they want." "Squeamy...great word. But be careful what you wish for." The next Friday, I brought home a leather collar, like a dog collar, but with silver chains running to adjustable nipple clamps...
Amanda had thoroughly enjoyed her life since graduation. With her outstanding academic performance, she'd easily landed a well-paid job in a big firm and soon had herself a new car and a big bank loan for a small townhouse. She'd been able to stay in the same city, which was good because she wasn't far from family and friends. As an active, trained sexual su...