Author's Note: She said she would just use me for her pleasure! The following is based on an actual scene with Mistress T. It is not an exact reproduction, but pretty close. Like most of my real life stories, certain details have been embellished either for details or to make the story flow a bit better. “Subby, I’ve been spending way to much time on you. Today you will service me and then I will be leaving.” Her DM read. ...
I had not taken a vacation the last few years and now I was flying out of the country, to Canada, for ten days. I told my family and friends that I was going to northern California and the Pacific Northwest. The reason for the lie was that I was going to spend the week with a Dominatrix as her slave boy. A secret I have kept from my family and friends. I had met her on the Internet and we had chatted on-line as well as spoken a few times over the phone. She was single, Dominant, into bondage and was a member if a B&D club. She assured me that my fantasies of public humiliation and bondage would become realities, a long way from home. ...
Author's Note: This story is based on the vacation I wish I could take. Once Shelly gets home, things really change, but that’s for follow-up chapters! Chapter One It finally happened; my wife left me – on vacation – but not before she took everything I owned and put it all in storage. Well, not everything perhaps, but everything anyone would normally associate with being a man. Of course I agreed to it. I even helped pack all my male clothing and left nothing for an emergency because this was something I had wanted for a long time. ...
Chapter I Good morning babe! Watcha doin? Hiya Sexy! just laying in bed thinking about you. Watcha wearing? Yes, I still have them on.. I can’t believe it! It’s been four days! You told me not to take them off until I saw you again! Good boy. Do you like the way they feel as much as you thought you might? What I said was I didn’t think it was fair that girls underwear was made of sexier fabrics than boys. ...
Author's Note: A regular visitor to Vegas thinks he has discovered his perfect playmate Brian, at 5'6" tall, 170 lbs, late forties, takes a trip to Vegas once a year. He flies out on Thursday morning and flies back home on Monday. On the weekend visits, he likes to bet on college and pro football games during the day, take a nap, and then visit one of the many strip clubs available at night. He usually brings about $1,000 to bet on football, and around $4,000 to play with the dancers. He never takes credit cards to the clubs, knowing he would spend way more than intended if he brought them. ...
The e-mail was clear: You will wear a tight black leather thong and the skimpy see-through white shorts. You will stop at the Circle K located at 7th Street and McDowell at 3:30 pm on March 7, and pick up a bag of ice. Be sure to wear your outfit in the store - I’ll be watching and you will be punished if I do not see your hot ass cheeks bouncing in those shorts. Do not be late, and do not adjust the shorts. Yes, I know they will ride up and expose your butt, but that’s your penalty for wearing such slutty shorts in the first place. ...
Chapter 1: The Auction and my Master “Sold!” the auctioneers’s voice declares. “To the gentleman in the third row! Congratulations sir, she’s a fine catch.” With the stage cleared, the wench on the other side is cranked and I am pulled by the cuffs holding my arms up, the chain jingling as it pulls me. I cannot see for hood covering my head and struggle to keep from falling as I am pulled toward the center of the stage. I can feel the heat of the spotlight through the silk gown covering my body. ...
Author's Note: I am from a non english speaking country so please forgive some bad grammar and enjoy the story. Hi dear readers. My mane is Leonard (called Leo by my friends) and I live in a town in the south of Sweden. So I hope that you will overlook my grammar. When I grew up my family lived just 200 m from my parent’s best friends, the Josefsson who have a doter named Veronica. She and I are born just one month from each other, me being the oldest. ...
Author's Note: This story is written as a stand-alone work. I labeled it “Part I” because there is room to add more. In addition to the tags that are available, other tags might also be appropriate: tease and denial, interracial, and CFNM (Clothed Female, Naked Male). Should there ever be a Part II, I envision additional tags, many of which are alluded to in Part I but not actively incorporated in the story: chastity, games, tickling, toys, slavery, suspension, and watersports. ...
Author's Note: ‘The Game’ is the network’s biggest show. Every Saturday night during the season, millions watch as the Players do battle in the Arena. Come on you bitch ! Vixen pulled the stock of the net-rifle against her shoulder to stop herself shaking. She felt like shit and she was almost out of time. Just a few more steps. Blonde, it had to be Blonde, those ridiculous heels, tapping so cautiously. Incredible she wasn’t strapped to some fuck-rack already with those huge breasts clamped and her ass burning from a dozen points worth of abuse. ...