Four years ago I moved into a series of apartments with my boyfriend.Oh, my sweet, beautiful, strapping boyfriend! Tall, fair complexion, perfectly trimmed black beard that matched the black color of his perfectly trimmed hair.I was finishing my medical studies at the most renowned university in town. I hung out with my college friends, visited
The following is raw, and if you are not into bondage please move along…The blindfold covered her eyes, but not her ears. That which she could not see she was able to hear. And the things she heard intrigued her.After the session in Master’s library, she had cum running down her legs and her ass
Chapter 04: Mia begins to become Ashley’s servantSaturday morning, quite early, Mia’s phone was ringing incessantly, and it took her a moment to realize where she was and what was happening. With a groggy voice, she mumbled a weak “Hello?” into the phone.”Good morning, Mia. It’s Ashley,” the voice on the other end of the
Anna arrived right on time for Conner’s second training session, delighted to be spending the afternoon with her lovely apprentice Siobhan and her sub. Anna and Siobhan had agreed to collaborate on Conner’s training. More accurately, Anna wanted to watch Conner’s transformation in close detail for her own voyeuristic enjoyment. That meant participating, and Anna
She had finally ended her abusive marriage. It was over and she felt free. She wasn’t completely rid of him, mind. They still had children together and this meant that co-parenting was always a chore. However, she was always amicable and it seemed to keep his abuse at bay so that the children didn’t become
Zack was an experienced dom. He loved causing excruciating, exhilarating pain to women who loved to receive it. He would never raise his hand to a woman in real life, but in this fantasy world, causing sexual arousal by careful administration of pain thrilled him as much as the recipients.It had started quite innocently when
HUH?Hand or paddle?? As sinister as it sounds, as scared as I am, intrigued is the best word to use here. All my life, I have been a “good girl”. Been there, done that, crossed-stitched and hand-painted the t-shirts…way too many of them, as a matter of fact.My heart is pounding and I glance down
AUTHOR’S NOTE: This installment continues the story of how my protagonist, a sexual dominant, became a willing sexual slave to his wife. Those interested in him and his story from reading Part 01 will, I hope, enjoy this. Those who are looking for wank fodder will be disappointed, as this chapter contains little actual sex.
I had read about stuff like this on the internet. On the sites, I went when no one was looking, late at night, when I was alone.I have had bondage fantasies since I was too young to be a dirty old pervert, and what I was looking at was the pinnacle of those fantasies.I had
This is my first story, and I’m aware I’m not the best writer. Constructive criticism is welcome!I’m hoping this will become a longer series. Let me know what y’all think!–I was getting pissed off. As much as I tried not to, I couldn’t help but feel that itching anger creeping over my skin as I
I waved at the gate, trying to conceal the dread I was feeling, nodding half-hearted replies to greetings from the other parents at drop-off and turned to go. Half an hour to kill.”Dan, hi! Walk with me?”It was Liz, a parent of one of the other boys in my son’s class. Dark curly hair, dark
This is basically an erotic love story and of course all characters are over 21. It will definitely not start out as a love story, but it will get there. The Model Slave Series contains BDSM, bondage, exhibitionism, and lots of kinky sex. If you don’t like these things then this story may not be
The groundwork had been done. The adverts had been posted and the hotel suite booked for today’s casting. The room was on the top floor but not too expensive or ostentatious. We had set up the master bedroom to look like a schoolroom, together with a blackboard and an old-fashioned school desk. The bed was
Another part of my oh so vivid dreams.My Dreams Part 3 slave girl saraI had taken my mother’s place to act as a bed-warmer for a house guest. She had knocked something over while in his room and this was part of her punishment. I had been taken to the guest’s room by the housekeeper
Laying on my bed, I twist the fallen hair from my space buns lazily as I scroll through photos on social media. I wonder what it would be like for all men to be cucks. Scrolling through all the pictures of vacation and happy couples from highschool, I imagine all the men in tiny little
Wendy woke up, stretched, and got out of her bed. Everything was still quiet; it was early, so she walked down the short hallway in only the t-shirt that she had slept in. It barely covered the curls surrounding her pussy and was so old and worn that her nipples almost punched through the thin
There was a plain brown box on their doorstep when they came home from their walk. “Hey, are these the next pair of shoes?” he asked.”Yeah, bring them in.”He pulled his keys out of his pocket.”No, don’t open it.””Oh, why not?””Into the closet,” she ordered. “No secret wanking before I’ve even tried them on.””I wasn’t!”
Bess had woken having Joe’s mother near her shoulder. She had no idea what had occurred to her body when she was in surgery. She had learned over the next 24 hours that her body modifications were not just her breasts.The surgeon had been busy with metal. She had flesh tunnels in her Labia Minora
Agent Smith chronicles-she gets more than she bargained for.Agent Natasha Smith had been with the bureau for six years now. She always aspired to be part of the National Investigative Bureau, and when she finally got the job, she invested her whole self into it. Over the last two or three years, it had become
We take our places, I in my chair, she in the practiced pose: feet neatly tucked under her bum, hands on top of each thigh. Such delightful elegance in the curve of her upright back, the graceful arch from her bare shoulder, interrupted only by the strap of her lacy bra, along her neck up