Humiliation

Author's Note: This is a slow-paced, sensual fantasy. If you’re looking for a fast romp, look elsewhere. It does, however, cut right to the chase. No mucking about with lengthy backstories, breast sizes, or body weights. So… The story is written entirely from a first-person narrative, but that person switches a number of times throughout. I spend most of my time narrating from the girl’s perspective, though, since I find that more interesting. You’ll hopefully notice that I tried to capture the focus of each character with my narrative - as the female, I spend most of the time describing what she thinks, feels, and sees around her. As the male, I spend most of the time describing the female. Males are a narrow-minded species, after all. ;) ...

Author's Note: English is not my native language, so I apologize in advance for bad spelling and grammar. The first part of the following short story is a fantasy, that I’ve had for a long time. Part two is real, but not that interesting. Part three will come, should anyone want to know more about me, my life or sick mind. critics are most welcome! http://painslut24-7.webs.com Part one: “An extreme fantasy” ...

Author's Note: This story follows on directly from where ‘The First Live Show’ ends, approximately 6-7 months after the day that D took her husbands freedom and turned him into her sissy slave. I hope people enjoy reading these stories - I’m really enjoying writing them and hope that the quality is getting better the more I write. Chapter 1 - Last night D awoke on Saturday morning fresh from a deep nights sleep. The sun had long since been up and the clock told her that half the morning was all ready gone. She slowly got up out of bed and half asleep, she threw on her dressing gown and headed down stairs. She made her self a strong cup of coffee and then proceeded to the hallway where she pressed a small hidden button on the wall by the stairs. Unless you knew it was there, the hidden door could not be seen. She made her way down the stairs that the door hid and entered the dungeon she’d had purposefully built. In the middle of the room was her husband, still tightly bound on her greatest invention to date – the chair of torment. ...

Author's Note: While this story is fiction it is a conflation of my visits I have made to professional BDSM places in NY, San Francisco, LA and other places. All the characters are based on real people. especially Carol who was a receptionist at a couple of places I visited often. There was always a high turnover of the dommes but Carol was always there. We got friendly and once she even did the domination in her street clothes where we chatted about stuff while she beat the shit out of me and I licked her sneakers. She ended the session with a long slow hand job. Hope you enjoy the story. ...

Author's Note: This is my first story ever, and it involved the introduction of Agobend University, a prestigious if secretive college where kinky adventures are a frequent occurrence among the students and faculty. Kate was so excited to finally be attending Agobend University. She had to admit, she was kind of nervous. Kate had heard so many nasty rumors about this Agobend University, about the horrible, cruel, and usually sexual hazing rites that happened. But her parents insisted it was just rumors and hearsay, having attended the same college themselves. In fact, her father had been on the committee that welcomed her mother to University! It was what led to them eventually getting married. None of that stuff actually happened, there would be a huge outcry about it! It couldn’t possibly be true, she told herself. ...

Author's Note: The current setting is… fluid. While the primary setting idea is sort of Steampunk Victorian, I’m not going to bend backwards to avoid anachronisms because porn. Chapter One: Acquisition Lord Charles Unfortunately, the time had come for a new pet. While I completely understood my daughter’s more violent sexual tendencies, and even shared them to some degree, it had been mere months since our previous pet had died and the rest of the family had been forced to wrangle an agreement from her. A modicum of self-control this time; rules as to what was allowed and what was not. She didn’t like it, but she still had plenty of room to play, and I would abide by them as well, and so I struck off in search of the newest member of our little family ...

Author's Note: The Book of the Principles of Ying and Yang, ancient even when Nujiezu was founded. It holds, however, wisdom and knowledge. Its principles will help you, Akane and Ranma Saotome, develop the nature of Yang and impose the nature of Ying into Shampoo. I was having troubles starting on it, so I took a lot of ideas from PET, Inc- An awesome story you can find on this site-from another author. ...

Author's Note: I hope you like the story. Living abroad can be a liberating experience, and Akiko had finally built up the courage to make one of her dreams come true. The exchange student would never have considered actually doing such a thing in her native Japan, but here in America, somehow everything seemed possible. Even those dark secrets you never share with anyone. She left her apartment wearing only a denim halter dress and sandals. The dress had a built-in bra so her small but pert breasts didn’t need any extra support. In her hand bag, she had only a chain, a padlock, and some duct tape acquired from a local hardware store. Around her wrist was an elastic band with the key to her apartment. Locking the door, she made off to the park. ...

Alicia was hooked, and she knew it. It all started when she had found her mom’s vibrator. She would steal it when she was alone hand give her self quick pleasures. Over time she would hold off longer and longer before her mother came home, until she was rushing to restore the vibrator to it’s hiding place in her mother’s bath room. When she masturbated she had weird thoughts. She began to wonder what it would feel like for some one to use and abuse her, to give her no rest and force her to cum. ...

Chapter 1 He could barely breathe. It had been a struggle for who knows how long now. It felt like hours, but could have been 15 minutes for all he knew. The only thing he was focused on besides not passing out, was that he’d asked for this and it was too late to turn back now. His mind drifted back to how this started… She knew he was kinky, maybe not to the extent she was about to find out as their weekend together approached. They’d been together a long time now and played around a little bit with role playing and used a pair of handcuffs now and then. That was about it. She enjoyed it but he’d always wanted to keep trying weirder stuff. Sometimes she would, other times she just shied away from it. ...