This is a true story which happened 2 years ago.Hi myself Maheen Iam from Mangalore.I just finished my end exams and went to spend holidays my with aunt Sariya. My aunt Sariya she is a widow in her mid 30’s. She lives alone there by running a ladies boutique. She stays in a luxurious villa

The brakes of the moving van screeched as my foot softly pressed down on the pedal. My wife squeezed my hand, looking at me with wide, shimmering eyes as her mouth twisted ascu. Her nervous energy was endearing as we had planned this move for almost two years and we had finally been able to

I was awoken the next morning to find that my hands were still cuffed to the headboard. I called out for Kaitlyn but I got no answer. I thought she had left me alone, bound and helpless and began to just hope she would come back eventually. I couldn’t even spot a key that I

I wrote this a while back, before I got distracted with the “Tattooed Woman” story I’m writing. So its incomplete, and shorter than it should be, but I thought it might be worth publishing nontheless.I hope you guys enjoy it.Judicial Punishment Lottery: Weekend ShenanigansPatricia shrieked as the cold; wet hands slithered unexpectedly up the front

Lisa had dropped her classes and was concentrating on starting her business. Jill had been the head of the house and personal assistant to Lisa for a little over a week. On Friday night Jill had asked if she could bring Mistress a gift.”Mistress Lisa, I would like to make good on a promise I

Some of the character traits of Pia and Greg from the earlier chapters – especially the first, ‘Pia wants her lust back’ (1)’ – could be helpful to enjoy this chapter even more.If and how the story evolves depends also on your constructive feedback and your voting. So please don’t forget to vote.I would like

45″That was a lovely night, thank you.” Laura said as she brought breakfast in bed for Andrew. After taking her home from Weston’s office they went out to dinner. Wherever she wanted he said, and she made the most of the offer, choosing an upmarket French place she had wanted to try for a long

Note: For those that haven’t read previous chapters first (highly recommended), and those needing a refresher. – Our Southern Girl has discovered and explored her submissive tendencies and found a Dom in an unexpected place. She is spending the weekend at his large home to see if they are a match, and if being someone’s

XLV: CollarLexi, Blake, Marie, and LiamLexi”Oh, fuck, Lexi.”Lexi grinned at Marie’s breathless gasp, nipping at the blonde’s neck again before brushing her lips over that spot that really got Marie going.”Are you a little worked up, slut?”She couldn’t help but laugh at Marie’s whimper as the blonde squirmed beneath her. Lexi had Marie pinned, holding

Louise had always been the dominant one in our relationship. We had met at work about 10 years ago. Now in our forties she still looked much the same as then – glossy raven black hair, and full breasts gave her a definite gothic look, further emphasised by the black jeans and long boots that

Academic Probation Bound, 6This story is a work of fiction. Any similarities to any events or to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. All players are over the age of eighteen. If you have a problem with bondage or non-consensual sex, go no further! This story is purely for adult fantasy and entertainment. The

A quick refresher (only Judy and Tomieka appear in this part):Judy – A divorced woman and mother to Alana. Tomieka’s slave.Alana – Judy’s daughter. A slave of Keke.Junko – Alana’s friend and a new slave of Keke.Tomieka – Keke’s daughter. Owns Judy.Keke – Tomieka’s mother. Owns Alana and Junko.Daiyu – Temporarily owned Junko. Junko and

The three months passed by pretty quickly. The next LARP event was coming, and I just couldn’t wait for it. In the meantime, I was adjusting to this inner, slutty Kylie that had awoken in me from the previous event.Whenever I was in class, taking notes from the teacher’s speech, there were moments were I

PRESENT DAY***Gemma***Miranda pulled open my refrigerator door, bending over to lean inside. “When is it going to be Fall again? I can’t handle much more of this heat.” She twisted the top off a water bottle, chugging half the contents before setting it on my counter.”It’s August. We have four to six weeks longer to

At the heart of pain,beneath the switch’s bite, liesthe sweetest pleasure.Shenkru ca 1650Second NightI woke to my chain being gently pulled.”Hurtle, my sub, someone’s knocking at the door.”I stood and went to the door even though I was wearing nothing but my collar and my cock cage. Opening it, I encountered a young woman dressed

I have been sitting very still for the past two hours. The music is very soothing; He has put on my favorite compact disc, of Chopin nocturnes. It helps me to focus, to remain still. I have passed the point of pleasure and irritation.This is His test, to prove to myself how well I obey

“No, I won’t marry you,” Ellen said. “Don’t be ridiculous.”She made this pronouncement just under a year after I’d put her in bondage for the first time. It was one of those warm spring evenings, so full of promise, that bless Washington every April, about the same time that the Japanese cherry trees blossom around

Her name was Jane Ellen; she was a married Jewish woman about 36, 135 pounds and the blondest hair you ever saw. Her hair was like a black magnet, it drew gazes from every black man on the street and she loved it. She was married, but her husband was kind of wimpy, not to

Everything written below is based on a real events. Names changed for obvious reason..”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 for you?””NEITHER! Why are those 2 my only options!?””Because you lost the game.””You’re not really taking that seriously. That

“Marie, you remember my Aunt Janet from father’s funeral?””Yes, of course. How are you Janet?””I’m well, thank you.” Turning to Donna. “Is this part of her training, dear?””Sorry Aunt Janet. Marie, you will address my aunt as ‘Mistress’ or ‘Mistress Janet’. Understood?””Sorry Mistress Janet.””Would you like Marie to make tea or coffee before she brings