Dear Students: As we reach another chapter in the study of the evolution of the Prussian Theory of Dialecticism of the Sexual Adolescent, we reach the point where youthful fantasy reverberates into the real world. The question presented is if the primal adolescent fantasy could exist, how would it really work, out there amongst the world? Ya, Ya, I kno...
My wife brought home an interesting advertisement one day. "Club Switch," read the announcement, "was founded by a man and a woman deeply dedicated to consensual power exchange between men and women. We believe that consensual power exchange promotes awareness and equity in the real world. By allowing people to explore their fantasies of control in a safe e...
Michael came from a religious family, so when we started making wedding plans, it was just understood that we would be married by his pastor in the church that his family had attended for the past several generations. This was fine with me. I am not very religious myself, but I figured that it wouldn't hurt, and would please Mike's mother. It was fine with...
Horace could almost taste the spite of the women, especially that of the more mature women such as Frau's Luckner and Gessler, as they goaded his fate whilst he was paraded with smug pride by his new owner, and though snivelling due to the rigours of the sound whipping she'd awarded him, had been rendered keenly erect by it, and by his contemplation of being...
Date night is a sacred event for married couples. Sadly for most married couples, date night takes place far too infrequently and the average date night comes and goes without any truly memorable events. Date night for my wife Stacy and I is usually no different than it is for most couples with 3 kids and over 16 years of marriage under our belts. Our most...
The story you are about to read is true...and it is for Master, as always. ____________________________ There were no two ways about it...she had to be punished. As much as it pained Him, He could not claim to love her and yet allow her error to go unchecked. She had masturbated while He was away. It was not that He forbade such a thing. It was that she ha...
Sex slave. I loved the sound of those words. Ever since meeting the two of Them for drinks I couldn't seem to stop hearing them in my mind. Sex slave. All week, looping endlessly, sex slave. "Our sex slave" was what She'd said to me. When I answered the advertisement, "Submissive sex slave for us", I never thought I'd actually find myself here, just a few...
As the idea hits you, you turn to your right to look at her. She is sitting beside you on the bus, her head bent, reading a book. Her hair is up, the way you like it, and you can see the curve of her neck. Your gaze travels down her shoulders, the contrast of the tight white top with her smooth tanned skin pleasing you as she knew it would. You notice she i...
Dear Diary, I have always been an avid reader. I love engaging my mind, traveling to different places, experiencing different points of views, starting and completing the journey through the eyes of beloved characters. However, I never understood the folktale of Bluebeard's wives until now. As a sheltered teenager, it seemed asinine for the wife to become...
I just wanted to write this little essay as a response to the many comments I have read on some stories about submissive males being wimps and all. I understand how some guys would see a submissive man as being a wimp, but I am sure most of those guys wield a larger tool than I and most submissive males do. I always had a small cock, and to add insult to i...