Daddy woke me up that morning by pulling on the chain attached to my teats. (It still made me feel little and dirty to have to call them that but we had agreed on it as a new rule.) I mewled and scooted closer to him, opening my eyes to meet his.”Good morning, pet. You

Everything written below is based on real events. If you’ve read Part 1, that’s what really happened. This story has the alternate ending that my submissive mind wished for.Names changed for obvious reasons..”Blue Balls or a Ruined Orgasm?””What?””I asked if you wanted me to give you blue balls today, or should I spoil your orgasm

Heather’s House Boy Ch 14: Walter’s GirlfriendTo the folks who have enjoyed the Heather series, thank you for your votes! This is the last Heather story I have, at least for now!”I thought you liked putting things in your mouth.” Heather gazed across the kitchen table at her house boy.”I like putting you in my

Pastoral Visit – slave girl saraAnother story based heavily on fact with a little fiction.I slept well and before I knew it my phone bleeped for a new day, six-fifty am Monday morning. I had a Pee and crept into Sir Don and Daisy`s bed and woke them as trained. As I thought Sir Don

Simon Says: Read Chapter One for the actual context here. Not a stand-alone piece. One more chapter after this. Happy reading.—–“Seats 3A and 12B.””Ok.”Caroline handed me my ticket to board the aircraft.As the project had drawn to a near close, the client had been very insistent that the project leadership — ie, Caroline and me

After running fingers a few times over the fabric, I finally made my way out of the bathroom. Although the poor legs were getting better and better with each step, my stumbling was not unnoticed to Becky.”Legs are stiff, huh?””A bit.” I was staring at her body. She was sitting casually at the edge of

I was desperate to cum. I had beed edged over and over again now for hours, my aching balls still had the heavy weight pulling on them and I was encased head to toe in a lycra bodysuit. My arms had gone numb from being pulled behind me in the arm binder and my arse

Editor’s note: this work contains scenes of gay male sexual content.*As I regained my senses, I realised what had happened to me. The dozen strokes of a near judicially sized birch had been excruciatingly painful and almost too severe to receive with any degree of stoicism. Yet here I was feeling very happy and contented

The noon sun peaked through the window, its warm light beginning to melt the snowy ground as the spring thaw came. Casey could hear the birds singing outside as if heralding winter’s end. Flowers had already begun to grow, and the trees would soon regrow their leaves. Things were becoming more colorful, but there was

After a night out on the town, we found ourselves in one last bar. We had both had a considerable amount to drink that evening, and thought that the dark, quiet atmosphere of this newest club would help us clear our heads for the drive home. The music hummed in the background as we settled

“But be prepared, this is going to hurt!”That was the thought that ran through her mind on that humid afternoon. It was that thought that caused her anxiety and the butterflies in her stomach. Those were the words Master had said to her about the punishment she was going to receive. She swore to herself

The plane touched down and she got up rather quickly. She wanted to get home to her husband. It had been two long weeks since she had seen him. She had bought a new pair of thongs and bra for the homecoming sex. Of course, he hadn’t called her in a few days which was

Melissa gazed down at the small space where her feet rested. Her black, flat heeled shoes, the ones that gave her comfort and reminded her of how easy it was for her to just forget the world, were tattered and worn, the seams on the side ungluing. She sighed deeply, trying to calm herself, remembering

So, that’s how I found myself bound to the 6X6 wooden post in the center of my basement for the first, but by no means the last, time.Ellen returned to fetch me after about half an hour. Without speaking, she unbuckled the strap around my neck and freed my hands. My relief at being released

“Andy, I want you to kiss my toes. OK?” Julie had crossed the line from incredibly bossy and mean to kinky. She was asking me to follow her. Should I cross that line with her? I didn’t know what that would mean, but I did know there would be no crossing back.We didn’t move or

Insert all disclaimers. I’m new at this. Thank you all for your feedback, I hope you enjoy Ch. 2. We’re getting there, it’s a process ;)—-As Anna stood before her father in front of his desk, door closed, hands behind her head, completely nude with her legs now spread far enough apart that her bare

This story is fiction; any correlation to actual people, the living or the dead, is luck. The place is a fictitious generic portrayal of a small town, “Mooreville,” in the midwestern area that touches the appellations on the state’s east side. The tale continues in the third part of this work, ‘Mooreville Welcome.’ This struggle

“Hello Master” I say as I answer the phone.”Hello Pet, have you been playing today?”Taking a moment to think about my response, you become more insistent.”Pet?””Yes Master?””Did you play with your pussy at all today?””Well I…..””My Pet, you were given plain instructions. They were easy to understand were they not Pet?””Yes Master, the instructions were

Forward from author: i apologize for the delay; things have been busy, and i haven’t been able to devote the time to this like i’ve wanted. thanks to those who have expressed an interest in continuing; that’s what has me wanting to share more. not sure how much longer this will last; one individual has

The key to his cage was on a silver chain dangling between her breasts. Alex stood, trying to wait as patiently as possible while Lady Belladonna cuffed his hands behind his back.”You know the rules,” Lady Belladonna said, adjusting one of the cuffs to fit around Alex’s wrist, “You get ten minutes to cum hands