Dear Mistress Janet, You know your pathetic slut so well. The thought of a woman smoking a cigarette while she toys with my cock is so arousing. Of course, it would be very different from the story if you were doing that to me. You would be the one in control and I would be the helpless horny slut being teased mercilessly by you and you would be the one to...
Amelia Jane Discovers her Fate At first I could not believe that it was Professor Jones that had walked into the room. My flesh crawled as he smiled down at me, bound helplessly as I was to the table. His left hand gripped my left thigh about half way up, and his mouth contorted into a humourless smile. "I see that you have opted for a shorter hairdo since...
An essay as set by its Owner & Master March 2011 Dear Master Your slave first had the opportunity to view and admire your feet when you kindly and generously decided to allow this unworthy slave the privilege of receiving a photograph of them last year by email. It was both a great pleasure and honour to receive the email and the fantastic picture it cont...
I dropped the belt & quietly asked "McCarthy, where did you learn to be such a docile Slutboy for your Mistress?" The ex-Marine Chief Cop's defeated shoulders drooped even more: he knew his shameful, submissive secret would have to be shared with his female boss!? "Mistress N'gyuen van Duc, I was a Marine Captain in Vietnam in the early '70-s. I was leadin...
Ah, you're finally conscious, about time. Coma patients are so boring. Don't try to move, you were hit by a car and your arms and legs were broken. Actually, what am I saying? Go ahead and try to move if you want, might be fun to see you struggle against ropes that have your arms and legs in traction. They may as well be in shackles for all you'll be able to...
My slutslave I have such plans to make you suffer for the privilege of a chance to glimpse the perfect body of your Goddess. I'm sure you crave to be under control in my playroom cabin but it is good that you understand how unlikely it is that I would open my doors to you. Like the miserable dog that you are, you must stand outside in the cold; humiliate...
John, I have never heard of such insolent meager behavior that you have reflected in your recent letter to Mistress Sofia. With impulse of repulsive pity I agreed to grace your miserable pretentious existence with a letter; however I feel a tremendous intuition of your incapability to comprehend this act, and I cannot expect any more from an undeserving pie...
A months passed since the awful day that Bill, my horrible bully, fucked my mum. Again and again and again. I don't know if he's been back for more or not, after begging him not to my next move was to run away. I couldn't live there any more. I haven't spoken to my mum, I haven't gone near that house. Living with my uncle now and my life has improved no end...
Author's note: This is the third and final installment of what I hadn't originally conceived of as a series. Before reading this you may want to read my previous stories, "Sex with the X?" and "More Sex with the X." They explain more about the characters' backgrounds and their two post-breakup sexual encounters that take place several years apart. * * * *...
The day of the funeral was a damp and dreary one. Samantha, my three kids and their spouses all stood there to one side of the coffin as the preacher droned on and on. This guy had never taken the time to get to know us, even though we had been members of his 'flock' for years, and now he was expounding on Becky's virtues and how she was going to heaven like...