Author's Note: Please feel free to split it up into the chapters. I have previously put this up on the “Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive” (EMCSA). I’m not sure if that means you want to publish on your site or not, but I thought I’d give you the choice. Chapter 1 - Inception Layla danced as though the music had taken over her soul. Her half-naked body gleamed with sweat as she writhed in time with the beat. Joe watched, rapt, as she danced in front of him. ...
Author's Note: What happens to a weekend crossdresser when he gets involved with a wicked mistress… ‘You’re late, Elaine!’ ‘I am sorry, Mistress. I was delayed at work. And I had to dress and make up…’ ‘Spare me the excuses, you stupid slut! You know I don’t tolerate being kept waiting. So I’ll punish you for this!’ ‘But Mistress…’ he started to protest but she cut him short. ‘Take off that blouse!’ ...
Author's Note: I am thrilled to have a new Mistress, who for me is a penthouse-story-class “no way that would ever happen” level of wonderful good chance. The story itself is fictional so as not to boringly recount an event, nor predictive, as we play by ear. That being said, it is an otherwise honest introduction to the characters and the fun we’re getting up to. It is just Chapter 1, the introduction. Suggestions for the flow of the story are welcome! If it fits, I’ll add it…and may well suffer the consequences in the near future. ...
Introduction Her name was Mary, but professionally she was Mistress Madeleine, she felt this touch of Frenchness suited her profession. She even talked with a phoney French accent when she was working with a client. She had started out as a normal girl, but a boyfriend, at university, changed all that, he persuaded her to tie him up and dominate him. Reluctant at first to do this, she eventually agreed, more for a laugh than for any serious reason, to her surprise she found she liked it. The feeling of power over another person, and the control where major turn on’s for her. The boyfriend eventually disappeared, but her Domme character didn’t, so after a number of career false starts she started advertising herself as Mistress Madeleine. She was amazed when the phone started ringing with men and a few women wanting to visit her for ‘corrective training’. ...
Author's Note: Mistress has suggested that I be her ‘anal gimp’ on stage in front of an audience. I will be restrained to a wooden horse in my dog mask while she teases by arse with a squirting strap-on horse cock, before finally fucking me. This got me thinking about one of my oldest fantasies that I have yet to live out, so maybe this will be the chance to do it. Following is my fantasy, not reality yet but we will see soon!! I have sent a version of this to Mistress for her comments and suggestions. ...
You stand at the door. It is heavy, oaken, crossed with iron straps. Pierced solely by a tiny grille at eye level, displaying the merest hint of a glow from within. Buried in the cold stone basement of the old manor, its appearance alone fills you with trepidation, to say nothing of the step you intend to take when the door opens. The air is clammy, moist. You shiver in your thin shirt and bare feet. You gather your resolve and raise a hand to strike the iron knocker in the center of the door. Just as your hand is about to grip the metal ring, you hear - ...
Author's Note: Thanks to Bethany (Handcuffgirl) for her edits and suggestions. Photo Shoot Reminder Model: A. Jones Hair Color: Brunette Height: 5’ 7" Shoot Location: 2170 Broadway, Manhattan Date/Time: Tuesday, August 8th, 10:00AM Amber Jones strutted up to the address listed on her casting call card, right on time, as always. She was a professional. She knew that her big tits, long legs and firm ass weren’t the only things that made her successful in her line of work. She was prompt, prepared, and always followed the mantra: Make life easy for the photographer. ...
Chapter 1 Nervous? Anyone with an ounce of caution should have been anxious. We had communicated through the internet over the past nine months and he knew me like nobody else. I called him my pseudo therapist. Now he was coming to provide me with a weekend session to be remembered and cherished. He was an older and experienced top, who was going to allow me to personally be subjected to situations designed to play out my erotic fantasies and pent-up desires. ...
Author's Note: Little did he know it had all been arranged beforehand Mr.Wickenbottoms was naked and engaged in his most favorite activity augmented by purloined items which are destined to make his weekend a most memorable one.He is 24 and the only male instucter at the Tanning Academy. Which is an elite experimental private college for young women. Although exceptionally knowledgeable in his field he is somewhat lacking in social experience and one could say even reclusive, apprehensive and shy. Especially around the opposite sex. This did not go unnoticed and was in fact a major reason why he was chosen as an instructor at the Academy. He was handsome with dark, longish but well styled hair. Rather large black plastic frame glasses which gave him an awkward and one might even say nerdish appearance which clashed with his otherwise good looks. He was relatively slim but hardly athletic. Eschewing physical exercise and sport, his life was a sedentary one which likely contributed in giving him somewhat narrow shoulders and an almost inordinately plump and protuberant bottom. At the moment he was engaged in exercising the one “muscle” which did get a lot of his attention. ...
Ellie Brown was happy. She is 19, tall and athletic, long legs a firm round ass and perky,outthrusting boobies lickably luscious and as delectable as ripe melons. Her blonde hair is simply styled, falling shoulder length and parted on one side. She wearing strappy black sandles, a very short black skirt and a white sleeveless shirt partly unbuttoned. Her blonde framed face is very reminiscent of Michelle Phillips circa 1966. But she is also sad as well. Hearing about her poor Uncle Harry, her favorite uncle who had suffered a fatal heart attack a week ago at the much too early age of 53. Ellie had been visiting him st the time. She had been informed by her mother that she was requested to attend the reading of Uncle Harrys will later that day, in the city. ...