CHAPTER ONE -- PREPARING THE MASTER'S WIFE Bagoas strode confidently though the courtyard of the Taourirt Kasbah. He was a powerful personage in this Palace. Physically powerful, because he was careful to keep fit by exercise, unlike many of his peers; mentally powerful, because his youthful experience had hardened his mind until now concentration and focus...
My husband has already largely recounted my experiences as a sub slut and, in his last chapter, how he initiated my transformation. Now he's asked me to write something from my perspective. So I'll start at the beginning -- when, seeing myself as a proper housewife and shortly after we were married, my husband began pressing on me his fantasy of sharing me w...
"I love to watch you assume control over him," Lisa whispered. "It's so erotic, so empowering." Lisa observed as Julia dismounted my cock and collapsed onto the floor between my legs, satisfied and 'unwound'. Julia faced her friend, still sprawled on the floor against the wall after her licking. Lisa watched her friend, mesmerized by Julia's confidence and t...
The first thing I wanted to do as soon as Bill left was to get an understanding of what precisely had happened that night. Aside from the simple voyeur aspects of knowing, I also needed to understand how he had seemingly so effortlessly transformed what I thought was a somewhat reluctant participant in the realization of my fantasy into a slut. I couldn't ye...
Last of Chapter ten "I am glad to see you have grown your hair out for me. I still want it longer and I want you to change the color. My wife has everything she needs to give you the proper "slut" look I want for you this evening. Without a word, she began a bleaching and then coloring of my hair. I ended up like Marilyn Monroe, a golden blonde. I have to g...
2:30 pm "We're going to have company for dinner tonight," you tell me in a rush. You're late for a meeting it sounds like so this must be very important. "My boss is coming over to talk about my new promotion. He's Italian so make your grandma's spaghetti and a salad. I'll text you what to wear later." You don't even give me time to reply before you hang u...
I'd slept fitfully after Gloria's surprising – I guess that shocking would more accurately describe it – pronouncements the night before. To say that my feelings were ambiguous would be an understatement. Desire and arousal on one hand fought with abject fear on another. Excitement at the thought of at last realizing my innermost desires coupled with the re...
Alan smiled at the perky blonde college student in the passenger seat of his sedan. "So Catelyn, have you figured out what your major is going to be yet?" "Mister Denny, are you wearing makeup?" It wasn't a question, it was a challenge. Her brown eyes watched him without flinching, waiting to see how he'd respond. The question was so unexpected, it knifed...
I found this document amongst the effects of my grandfather Jan van Loon. As will be obvious, it was omitted (for reasons I need not explain) from his famous book about his twelve years as a guest but captive in the Imperial Palace. As with the others it is based on an interview which he made secretly and recorded in shorthand which he transcribed following...
Chapter One Capua, Italy 73 B.C. They were finally free. No longer would they be forced to fight and fuck for the amusement of the Romans. Yet, their journey had only just begun and the worst of the hardships still lay ahead. Only 73 Gladiators managed to escape Battiatus' Ludus, as well as several female slaves and the Ludus' medico, out of the 200 men...