The female of the species must be deadlier than the male. –Rudyard KiplingJAMILAI asked Steve for the use of his tape, and re-taped Jill’s eyes, camouflaging them with a pair of aviator sunglasses. I like subs to show up in my apartment having no idea where they are, or how they got there; it heightens
Chapter 6 in the journey of my transformation. After accepting my wife’s ultimatum, I start the first day as her slave, and discover what my new life is going to be like. Read the previous chapters to understand how I got to this point.————————————————————————————–I had set my alarm so that I was up in time
She’s older now. Probably mid to late fifties. But she still looks great: tanned, slim and very good looking.She still looks like she could be trouble – nasty if you cross her. Maybe nasty even if you don’t cross her. Which was why I was so attracted to her, obsessed with her, because that kind
I like to be spanked. Really, I do. Please don’t judge me.Spanking is both physical and psychological. I usually like the physical feeling although sometimes I don’t like it as much when the sexual arousal goes away and I feel the after effect of the spanking without that distraction.From a psychological viewpoint, I love the
My first attempt at a series. This is a long slow build because I got into writing it that way. More to follow.I’d never been sacked before. And particularly not when I was certain my manager fancied me. Well, if he did, it didn’t stop him calling me in and giving me notice. ‘It’s not
Again, Ladies and Gentlemen, i’ve received some more constructive criticism regarding another bad habit in my writing, my overuse of ‘ ‘ marks within. This is actually quite an old story of mine, written some time ago, but i’ve tried to edit it to remove most of the ‘ ‘ use. Some i have left
THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION!! ANY CHARACTERS OR EVENTS DEPICTED ARE FICTIONAL AND ALL CHARACTERS ARE OVER THE AGE OF 18.THE STORY SO FAR: Dr. Truce has sent teen redhead Jenna Trane to run errands at the mall in a compromising outfit in the hopes of improving her confidence and helping her lose her
It’s now been 2 years since I was kidnapped into servitude with Sylvia, my new owner and Mistress. I now have permission to use her name but I never do. She is Mistress always to me. I was made to wear a shock collar for the first year. At the end of that time I
Chapter II: Wanda and Carl.Thursday night came and Laura repeated the entire ritual with Gary and then spent the evening at Laura’s house where she quizzed them about their friends. She concluded that they were extremely comfortable, had an amazing home, were very attractive, she more than him, both Joanne and her husband agreed that
He ran his fingers through her sweaty, messy hair, listening to the constant whimpering beneath him. She couldn’t help it, he knew that, unable to control herself while she was teased, edged, and denied. All evening she moaned into her gag, a pleading expression thrown up at him, a silent begging for the release she
This story is total fiction, any resemblance to anyone living or dead is coincidental.My wife and I have always had a great sex life, better than any I know of. Her name is Helen and she loves her sex a little on the rough side. We like to do the role-playing thing, and have tried
Dan had tucked himself in behind the Foreign Exchange stall in the arrivals terminal of Paris Charles de Gaulle airport. He kept a close watch on the constant stream of people exiting from airside, trundling their wheelie suitcases or pushing trolleys piled high with baggage. No sign of Mary. If she had given me a
Tobias’ kisses give me life. He makes me feel like I’m floating, like we’re the only two people in the universe while being so deliciously demanding that all I could do was take it. His hands tangle in my locks, same as mine, clutching the shorn gray hairs of his head, my fingers brushing the
“Good evening, madame,” says Isabella, lowering the pitch of her voice and taking on a proper French accent. “My name is François,” she continues, enunciating very clearly, “and I will be your waiter. Would you like to hear our specials?””No, thank you,” Isabella then says in her own voice. “Please tell chef Gordon that I
It took Becky about 45 minutes to exit the bathroom. Fortunately, she had managed to get the bathroom cleaned up, but her hair and clothes were all drenched in the mystery woman’s urine and there was nothing she could do about it.Becky felt excited and dirty and worried and vulnerable. She had never been sexual
So my Mommydom encourages me to write erotica, and recently we discussed some ideas for me to write about. Recently, I had a fantasy about being abducted by her, and when I told her about this we explored that fantasy. when I shared this with my Mommy, she loved it and wanted me to post
Ladies and Gentlemen, this is the final part of this story. And, in this part, as happens in a lot of ‘proper’ novels, written by proper authors, this tale drifts in between ‘time zones.’ For all of the previous 2 chapters, and most of this one take place several years ago in the 1980s, but
As they turned the final bend Cody could hear the other team right beside him. Hannah increased the intensity of her whipping as she drove her team harder. With his blinders on Cody had no idea if they were ahead of the other pony team or if they were going to loose. Cody pulled the
Sage: Sorry, a break is a break. You’ll just have to remember what it felt like fucking me.David held the phone with a white-knuckle grip. What the fuck was that? Where was the pliable, nervous Sage he had met months ago? This wasn’t the first time she’d spoken to him this way, it was part
John was sitting on the couch watching television when Missy walked into the room. She was wearing a white terrycloth robe the went down to the top of her knees. He hair was pulled back in a ponytail, wet from the look of it likely having just gotten out of her post-work shower. Making her