Stories

Author's Note: What happens when you trust a fellow professional, one who perhaps is not so trustworthy? You could wind up like Dominic, a broken slave, a former dom, now entertainment for his Mistress’ guests I shouldn’t be here, especially not like this. I shouldn’t be wearing a high collar that keeps me from looking down, and allows my mistress to lead me where she likes. Nor should my arms be fused together in a monoglove, elbows touching. Some would say a man’s elbows can’t touch, and while it took a bit over a month, she proved it could be done. ...

Author's Note: It’s my first story so please don’t hate. I’ve been writing the chapters during school hours (too bored in class) so they might have small mistakes. This is a F I C T I O N A L story with me and two of my sexy classmates (girls) that their names have been changed (you know , i don’t want someone to see) Chapter 1 It was my first day at school (1st year at university) and i was happy that i would see my friends and my new school. However , when i arrived at the school I wanted to piss really badly but I couldn’t know where the toilets were since it was my first day at that school. So i asked some guys sitting in a bench near the entrance and they told me which way to follow. I could tell something was wrong because the further i moved , the lower the sound of the other teenagers could be heard. I saw a building that had a sing writing ‘Toilets’, just above the entrance. The building was dirty and had several broken windows , the door was orange , and iron as it seemed. When i moved closer i saw on the door the symbol of women toilets. The guys at the bench had made me a joke. I figured out that since nobody was around , i could enter and quickly do my buisness but when i opened the door i froze in place. ...

Author's Note: Thank you for reading my stories She was not very tall. Her thigh high leather boots laced up her lean legs made her look a lot taller than her five foot two stature. What she didn’t have in height, she made up in beauty. Something she inherited from her Thai born mother. She had a small oval face with dark almond shaped eyes. A small nose and pouty lips. Long, jet black hair parted in the middle framed her cute face. ...

Author's Note: This follows on from my previous story featuring Felicity Rivers. To read or not to read, that is the question. It’s up to you. Deep in the bowels of a sprawling metropolis, eSensual Studios made their millions. On the surface their facilities resembled an unassuming apartment block, but below the busy city streets was another story. Their business was entirely legitimate, of course, but nonetheless it was prudent to conceal their activities from the public eye. Some called it the sex industry; others the porn industry, or the adult industry. None of these titles were entirely true for them, however: not the first, since their operation was frequently about more than simple sex; not the second, because filming models was only part of what they did; and not the last, because their patrons weren’t always adults - at least, not in age, though of course always in physical maturity. No, it was unlikely that a single label could do the company justice. ...

Author's Note: My first story here. Comments/critique welcome. Chapter 1 “Honey, I have a favor to ask,” Mary said as she sat down at the dinner table. “Great. What is it?” Bill asked. Pleasantries can be avoided so easily after twenty-five years of marriage. “I have a new friend, Stacy, that needs a place to stay for a week or two. Do you mind if she stays here?” she replied. ...

…Till You’ve Tried It! It was Sunday and Sandra was bored. Nothing good on tv. No good movies playing lately. Not even any work since her commissions had dried up. She lay on her bed watching the trees outside the window sway in the wind. There was nothing worse than being bored. Except being bored when there was no one around to “play” with. Sandra shared a large house with two other young women, Christina and Tanya. Sandra had brown hair and was the shy, bookish one. Christina was a redhead and was the bubbly cheerful one. And Tanya was black-haired and was the down-to-earth tomboy. But they were more than just friends. They were lovers, all three of them. ...

Author's Note: Hi guys! I had this idea recently and wrote it as quickly as I could so it got done! Hope you enjoy! Part 1 My girlfriend said that she wanted to hang out tonight, so I told her we could. She got to my house and i was still doing my homework. She told me she would help me with it for a cost. I asked her what she wanted and she answered to be tied up. So I made her a bet. After my homework, I would tie her up and if she could get out in ten minutes, she could dress me up, give me a makeover as if I were a doll, and tie me up and keep me tied up for as long as long as she wanted. I also agreed to be her personal bondage slave every weekend for a year. If I won, I could strip her down and tie her up 10 times a month for a year. She hastily agreed. ...

I learned the hard way not to steal my roommate’s date. It all started when I 1st started college. I was so mad at my father because he didn’t like the fact that I got what he called a tramp stamp tattoo, so we had a huge blow up and he kept calling me a slut. Well my roommate saw me all depressed, so she took me out to the bars. I never had been drinking before so I was a little hesitant to try, but my roommate persuaded me to have a beer, and that turned into two. Then the next thing that I know I was hitting on every guy that I walked by. Then one guy took me back to his apartment , and the next thing I know I wake up naked in his bed, and saw all the condom wrappers on the floor. ...

Chapter 1 Donna knew that she was in for trouble this weekend as soon as she saw Cleo arrive. Cleo was an evil bitch who always succeeded in planting the seeds of wicked ideas in the head of Donna’s Master, convincing him that they were actually HIS ideas. She could expect this time to be no different, for Cleo had connived to get herself invited for a long weekend and here she was on the doorstep and it was only Friday morning, not yet noon. ...

Author's Note: Just another silly, fast-paced quickie. It won’t win a Pulitzer - but might evoke a smile. Donna was feeling a little confrontational. Her brothers were hogging the television even though they knew that her favorite show, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, was on. “It’s a repeat,” Paul had said. “We know you already saw that show, anyways. We’re going to watch Judge Judy.” But it was Donna’s turn to watch and her brothers were just being jerks. ...