We are climbing the stairwell to the Master's Suite. It is time for my favorite of rituals. My sister slaves don't appreciate Worship as I do. I am First Among Equals so there is a certain expectation that I would be exuberant about it. They are always jockeying for favor with Him. Even when they are being punished or disciplined, they curry Master's favor....
This text includes and describes feet worship, female body adoration, and cunnilingus. If that's not your thing, sorry for misguiding you. * It's a Friday night. You were supposed to finish working around 17h. But your last meeting wouldn't end. You're coming home at 20h, your body is aching and you're shaking from tiredness. I open the door and welcom...
"Hey, you are finally awake..." A strange creature speaks to you, sitting atop of pile of bones, and skulls, tapping on unbeknownst skull of what appeared to be a grey ogre, as there is only one eye "Let me bend your ear for a moment, and tell you stories about an Orcess who dared to defy the Gods, and has been exiled from their place, unright...
“Admit it. You want me.” I’d been using that line on her for over a year and, frankly, had no idea of her age, her marital status, her appearance nor anything else remotely connected with her personal life. It truly boiled down to harmless fun between two people who do long-distance business but have never met and who lighten things up with telephonic flir...
Every story needs a protagonist. Someone to undergo the Hero's Journey. Someone who, through trials and tribulations, learns to come to terms with who they are—learns to love themselves. (This is a story where the main character explores a relationship with themselves in some form or another. This could mean body parts gaining sentience, having multiple per...
My name is Stephen Voltijer. I am a big and tall young Black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I'm originally from Brockton, Massachusetts. I've been here about a year and lately, and you could say that I've been having a tough time. I had a hard time transferring into Carleton University from Bay State College. But th...
NOTE: This text might be better enjoyed if you have an understanding of Brahminical liturgy, Hindu texts and classical Sanskrit literature. However, this is not mandatory as long as you can make the connect between the contradictions in the two narratives. I have added references in the footnotes to guide you. ***** The morning sun is still a balmy orange....
i identify as a slave. i'm a slave. That's who i am. It's what i want to be. It just feels right. i'm a slave and i have some opinions on what that means. Now, understand, a slave's opinions are exactly what you think they are, worth only the amount that an Owner, my Master or Mistress, wants to give them. Master=Mistress=Master/Mistress=Owner i think the...
Continued from here I stand up, pausing my ritual for her graciously. My hands do not touch hers as I take the plate of offerings from her. The rim of the plate is encircled by a serpentine jasmine garland. Nestled in the heart of this garland is a riot of colours — incandescent red oleanders, igneous palash and at the heart of the heart, a wide-open golden...
6. Veneration Sam took deeply to heart Victoria's implication that he had thus far been found wanting. He imagined that it had only been through Keri's intercession that he had been kept on, and this made him more devoted to her than ever. He vowed to himself that he would do everything that he could, double, triple his work efforts to justify her undeserve...