*** This text is part story and part instruction for you to follow, my pet. Before you start, you will need a warm, damp facecloth, a hand/small mirror, and perhaps another towel to lie on; and of course, some privacy. *** First, you are to strip yourself down to only your underwear, even removing your bra, and recline on your bed. This is to prove to me, y...
I am one of several slaves my Mistress Marisa keeps in her household. I am completely owned as are the other slaves that serve her. These episodes are written with her permission. It is my, our story... ******************************** "Please Mistress, please...so sorry, I had to go so bad, couldn't get you on the phone, couldn't hold it, couldn't, please...
OK... Any of you who have read Genie Chronicles or A beautiful Wish know how the whole genie servant thing works, I am not a very patient person so I am going to give myself a shortcut and just say that Gabriel has read a book that had a story similar to his situation, The genie will confirm That most of the details are true. she will also explain that some...
It's a mystery to the universe why genies (djinni, whatever) get caught in bottles, compasses, and lamps. Maybe it's some kind of magpie reflex; they just cannot help it. Whatever, I'm just glad they've got it. Who couldn't use three nearly limitless wishes? I know I enjoyed it. I enjoyed the hell out of it that's for certain. My name is Ambrose, and if yo...
The sudden, wild joining they enjoyed in the library left both Jason and Sylvia's mother sweaty and sticky, which meant they wound up in the shower together after all. And, inevitably, as they showered, they grew aroused and made love, although with far less intensity than they'd shown earlier in the den. After they finished their shower and got dressed aga...
I entered the classroom and took my seat, waiting for my final grade. I could feel my heart throb in my throat as I sat and waited. Waiting for an eternity, or so it felt. My mind started to drift on what was taught in school, our history who we were, and who we are now. The idea that at one time man had ruled the world, until a dreaded virus started to aff...
It was a dark and cold Halloween night and Lydia was walking in an alley outside of her apartment. She was your typical Goth with the white pale skin, black lipstick, and dark mascara. She wore a low-cut black sheer shirt with a red bra underneath that cupped her perky C-cup breasts, and black skinny jeans hugging her every curve. A 21-year-old senior in col...
Michelle part 6. She proves her worth as a slave This story if fiction, and no body is under the age of 18. Introduction: For those of you following my stories, this almost concludes the development of Michelle as my number one slave. If you would like to hear more about her please drop me a message. *** That was my cue to get up and place the toys I'd...
Some days went by after the meeting. Days when I held in my mind her face, her voice, her words, her tone, her assurance, her nuances of expression, the look on her face as she spoke. Days when I was sure that I'd failed, then hopeful I had not. Days when I wished I'd not said what I had, and had said what I hadn't. Days when I cringed at my clueless...
This is the realest story I'm going to write because it's basically a letter to all future lovers of mine and at some point if you are the girl that marries me you will read this. This is a basically a how to for loving me in the erotic manner. I have used my stories as an outlet. I knew by middle school that I had these fantasies of being tied up and domi...