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Author's Note: Just another day in the life of an extreme fantasy mistress Mike stared helplessly at Michelle. He was naked, strapped to a fiendish pole device and she was a Goddess in black leather. She stood before him, whip in hand. “Do I excite you?” she asked quietly. He stood mute, his fear making him unable to answer. “I think your massive erection answers that for me even if you don’t.” Her whip traced a line down his heaving chest and then began to just flick back and forth as it caressed the head of his straining cock. “You said you wanted to experience the ultimate in pleasure mixed with pain. That you will do. I wonder if you will find it worth the cost?” ...

Author's Note: Another addition in the evolution of a relationship over the last 10 years, the basis for my writing and motivation. As things in life sometime go, there is often an opportunity to reflect back and see the errors of ones decision making processes. This is none other than one of those fateful realizations with the horrendous but yet equally frustrating and yet fulfilling outcomes. I have so many times been lured into, at my own willingness and given direction from Janice to push my own limits and understanding of things. Here is another example of watching out for what is not always obvious to the naked eye. ...

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!’ ...

Amber carefully made her way back down into the basement, taking care not to spill the contents of the metal bowl she carried. He was right where she left him—not that he had a choice she thought-and admired her handiwork. Dan–her lover– was covered in sweat, drool running down his chin and onto the matted hair on his chest. His ass was a perfect rosy red and his penis was more of an angry red and looking like it was about to burst open. ...

Author's Note: This story is based on a suggestion from a reader. I have to apologise about long it took to write, things got very busy at home. As soon as my master discovered I’d not published it yet he set about finding ways to motivate me… Suffice it to say that we’ve discovered forty-five minutes of orgasm denial (until I’d finished the story) is a great inspiration! “You’re a fucking liar!” She screamed. I ducked, narrowly avoiding the plate which disintegrated inches above my head and the brown slime of the spaghetti bolognese which now decorated the wall. ...

Author's Note: This story is fiction and not real. It’s pretty dark, but it’s just fiction. Chapter 1: Susan It had started with his joking about her ass. She was shocked the first time he said it, he had called it big and sexy, so she supposed he mean’t it as a complement and she should be flattered.. She wasn’t. She had been embarrassed about the size of her ass since she had been a teen. It was bigger than normal. A black girl’s ass on a while girl’s body. It had gotten her a lot of attention that she didn’t want as she grew up and when she hit her twenties things got worse. Her body was fit but curvy…a lot of men liked it, but she hated even the mention of her ass size. ...

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. ...

Sigh, another boring trade luncheon to attend. I have to go to these things monthly and they vary from slightly informative to utterly boring. I made my way to the convention center for the luncheon and after getting direction from security, I went to the elevator to head up to the 3rd floor. As I waited in line, a voice spoke behind me “Are you going to the luncheon as well” said a sweet voice and when I turned around to see who was talking, I almost couldn’t speak. ...

I’m not exactly the manliest man on the block. I spend far too much time engulfed in fantasy novels, video games, and all around what one might dub, ’nerdly pursuits’. I was never one for things like sports, cars, or the other trappings of accepted male society. But I did entertain the idea that my inner mentality was in fact, common of my species. Did I not wish to find a potential mate and conquer her heart and body? Was my purpose not to dominate her will and bring her satisfaction through my very physical ability? Weren’t these the things women expected of a mate? I thought so, at least. ...

Author's Note: Kinda pathetic, I know, the muse left… These last few days all I could think about was Miss De Sade, my devilishly sexy English teacher. She was so fine, for a twenty eight year old, and I spent more time staring at her in class than concentrating on the actual work. I couldn’t help it. She was so fit that all I could dream about was fucking her right on her own desk, and maybe having her jerk me off or give me a blowjob. Whenever I wanked myself off I imagine it was her hand, not mine, doing the jerking. ...