Suck and Lick Her Nipples

She called me, early in the afternoon, "Can you do me a favor, I'm having a party tonight and I wanted your help to serve and tend bar, Please say you will?" "Okay," I replied. We'd been friends some time, and I never minded helping out with things like this for her. "Thanks, and one more thing, would you wear the catsuit, you know which one I mean, it's a "special" party..." Thinking, I did know which catsuit she meant, I had only just gotten it, and had modeled it for her on cam the other day, so she knew what it was like. But if it was a party, it might be a bit risque to show off all of it, so I added a pair of black latex briefs to the bag , the ones that had side zips to make them easy to remove, just in case. I went and showered, shaved and otherwise cleaned up, and headed to her house, to help her get ready for the night

My Submission Experience

I will admit, I would never have dreamed of going that far even a few months ago. Last holiday season, I found a card in my husband’s pants pocket while sorting laundry for a massage and personal trainer. I never thought anything of it, since he leaves a card a week in his clothes. The last few months have opened my eyes to the fact that I still have desires that need to be fulfilled. The other nurses, and our only female doctor, all convinced me, and each other, that after patience’s were out for the night on Thursdays, we would all enjoy the last of our day as Braless Thursday. The first time was pretty nervous for me, but I really enjoyed the

I can't Get Enough of Her Feet

Never ever thought I would be in to this but after my first experience cannot get enough of it. I was 29 and me a and one of my friends (Sarah) were sitting in her lounge and putting the worlds to right. She had just finished with her boyfriend so we talked about a lot of things. After a couple of bottles of wine the talk got a bit sexier and talk of things in the bedroom started to come out and fantasies/likes started to flow. One thing Sarah mentioned was that she loved to have her feet massaged, so being the dutiful friend i offered to this for her, and she did not need asking twice as her feet were placed into my lap

My Husband credit cards

I was told by my husband over and over not to use our credit cards. He had even gone so far as to take a class on how to manage money better, so he was dead set against me using my plastic. I ended up needing some extra cash one day, for one reason or another, and decided to sneakily pull out one of my visa's and get a cash advance. I knew that if my husband found out he would be furious with me, but I was still willing to take the chance thinking that some way I would squirm my way out of it. I came home one afternoon after working and he happened to be home on one of his days off. I walked in the door, just like I normally do every day and said hi to him, proceeded to put my things away.

Training a Nude Dancer

I met Tara in a strip bar where she was a nude dancer, the night after Thanksgiving. We had hit it off quite well and after seeing her when I could and an after Christmas vacation to Springfield, I asked her to move in with me in Chicago. It was only a few days later that I told her I preferred shaved women and that she should be nude whenever we were home alone. Sex had been totally uninhibited and kept progressing from oral and vaginal to playing with bondage. We eventually got into anal with her masturbating while I fucked her previously virgin asshole. She enjoyed having her pussy slapped with a soft coil of nylon rope. Whenever I felt domineering, I slapped her cunt with an open hand

Shaving Nicole's Vagina

Nicole was as nervous as a cat in a room full of rockers as she waited for her ten o'clock appointment with Dr. Corbin!!! She paged through three or four magazines without ever really reading any of the articles, and when the receptionist called out her name, she practically leaped out of her chair while following a nurse to the examination room!!! "How are you today," the nurse asked while they made their way down a long hall, "you seem a little bit nervous!?!" "Does it show that much," she replied with a forced laugh, "I'm just dying to find out the results of my test, has the doctor said anything to you about it!?!" The nurse chuckled gently and replied, "No, dear, he hasn't, but you'll find out everything you need to know in just a few minutes, so if you'll just have a seat, Dr. Corbin will be in shortly!!!" The nurse pointed to a straight back chair in the corner of the examination room, and before Nicole could even respond, she turned heal and left her standing alone while waiting for the doctor to show up!!! Unbelievably

Suck My Clit Bitch

Meredith stood by the front door of waiting for the last few customers of the day leave. It was almost five o'clock and she was anxious to get home to get ready for and evening out with her girl friends, but just as she was about to close and lock up another customer walked through the door. "How may I help you ma'am," she asked a little bit wearily!?! "I'm looking for a pair of boots, suede, in gray or brown!!!" I think we have just what you want," Meredith replied quickly, "off hand do you know your size!?!" "I usually take a size eight," the woman replied, "but it depends on the brand, once in a while it's and eight and a half!!!" "Okay, I'll bring some of each," Meredith replied while heading into the store room

Sammy's Perfect Feet

It was her birthday, this new girl who was apparently interested in my best friend. I had been with them in almost all their 'dates', before they had probably started pseudo dating. Sammy was 5'4, just had the right amount of flesh on her body, making her look neither very slim, nor plumpy. She was fair, straight black hair, big eyes, juicy lips, a hypnotising cleavage that would be visible in almost everything she wore. Her assets were very shapely and practically impossible to be sucked in one go. She had her navel pierced, and her legs were hairless, soft lickable thighs, and if you would believe me-the most elegant, beautiful, soft, shapely and neat feet ever. She was so perfect! Her feet were size 8

My Friends Sister's Smelly Feet

This all happened last night. My friend invited me over to his house for dinner as he only lives a few doors down from my place. I accepted his offer as he has an 18 year old sister who is extremely hot with huge tits and a pair of feet to die for. I got to the front door of his house where I noticed she had left 4 pairs of her shoes there, and I could smell them from 5 meters away and I have the biggest fetish for dirty smelly feet and shoes so I knew I was in for a good night. During the dinner I sat next to her, she had not showered and her feet smelled so dirty and sweaty, I could not keep my eyes off her, she was wearing a low (and I mean low) cut singlet and because we are all so close she didn't even bother wearing a bra so every time she moved they would bounce and I would get instantly hard with due to being able so see straight down her shirt. That night we were all a little tipsy and they offered to let me stay the night so my parents didn't find out (she has awesome parents) and of course I accepted their offer instantly

Public Masturbation

I can't help myself when I find that I am all alone. I crave an audience to watch me. As I surf the internet for adult webcam sites, I gather my materials for masturbation. As I prepare, I can feel the dirty thoughts leak from my vagina in the form of cum. I find a site with a guy who wants to watch. They never interact with me the way I want. I rub my clit through my cotton panties. Oh so wet, I read the messages of all the guys telling me I'm so hot and they want to see more. I begin to move my panties aside exposing my clitoris. I imagine some one sucking on it as I slide my first finger into my vagina.

Me and My Wife's Ass

I loved my wife, she has a perfect build, a perfect ass and a perfect asshole. I've always made comments to her like " I sure would love to eat your ass if you want me to". One evening she turned that comment back on me and that was when I learn how much I really love to eat her ass. She rolled off of me after we made love. My sperm was pumped deep into her ass, just a small amount dribbling out. She spun around and straddled my face. Ok, sweetheart. You want to eat my sloppy ass, here!" And she abruptly sat her asshole on my face and began to squirm and started rubbing it all over me. She started making her shit come out too and mashed it on my face, smearing it into my nose and told me to open my big mouth. I did as I was told and shoved my eager tongue as far into her ass as I could. I could feel a huge turd just comming into her lower ass.

S&M Add

One day when I was 29, I saw an S&M add in the classifieds. The add was from a woman who said she had several outfits she dressed up in. The one that hooked me was a nurse uniform. I called the number. I spoke with the woman and I explained that I was interested in her nurse outfit. I also told her that I wasn't really into S&M. She said she could do an "S&M light" sort of thing. She explained that there would be no sex/intercourse involved. Then she said she had to tell me one more thing, she was 51 years old. I told her that was perfect, I loved older women. She said I could come see her in an hour. I arrived at her apartment door and knocked. It was an old building, probably built in the 1920s. The door opened and there she was. She was a short,

First Foot Fetish Experience

When I was 18 years old I experienced my very first (realistic) foot fetish experience; One day I was going to the movies with two of my friends who are both girls, Morgan and Caitlyn. Morgan's boyfriend was going to the movies too, but me and caitlyn were just friends this wasn't a date or anything. Once we bought our tickets and such we went in to sit down, I was the last person in and I decided to be 'funny' and sit in the row infront of Caitlyn she moved up and sat beside me, but Morgan and her boyfriend stayed at the very back, I decided to move up another seat leaving Caitlyn behind me,

Maids Feet Licking

Hello everyone. I would like to share one of my recent experiences with you all. Since this is my first time ever delivering my story i would like to share my best experience. A 20 year old maid by the name of Ritu joined work at my house as a helper in the kitchen. She was quite pretty and had a decent slim figure. Her skin color was tropical but she had slightly whiter face and feet. From the moment I saw her I knew I would never mind licking this girls feet. But I was very afraid to approach her as I'm too scared to reveal my foot fetish, so scared in fact that I never made a move for the first two months that she stayed at my place

Cum On Her Sexy Feet

Last week I went to the doctor about a problem with my foot and he said that the best thing to do would be to get an MRI scan on it to make sure everything is ok. When I arrived to get my MRI a woman led me into another room and told me to strip off all my clothes except my underpants to put on one of the gowns that are open at the back just like at a hospital, I did what she told me to do and took off my clothes and locked them in a locker. I opened the curtain and walked out into the waiting room in nothing but my underpants and a thin see through gown when a woman walked through into the changing room, she was beautiful. She had tan brown skin, a tight body, tits that were a handful and a popping ass that just stuck out from her hips

Mistress Delilah Bossy and New Slave

Mistress Delilah Caged Slave Torture

Mistress Delilah Teasing and Taunting Her Personal Slave

Mistress Delilah Whipping Her Slave

Mistress Pleasure

My phone goes to let me know a text has arrived, I look at the time and hope I know what the message will be about.
I open and read
"Jeans, casual shirt, no underwear, 20 minutes my door D x"
I get changed quickly, making sure i smell good. It is 15 minute walk to your house unfortunately I took nearer 10 getting ready, I now have a quandry, do I rush and arrive slightly sweaty or do i take it at normal speed but be late and know punishment will certainly follow?
I decide that I don't want to be sweaty so just carry on at normal speed, when I knock on your door nearly 25 minutes have passed.

Foot fetish scene in "Lolita"

Mistress Denna Torturing him

Bitch-Slapped and Used

Severa smiled, looked me right in the eye, and said: "I love taking down a big guy.  I'm going to kick your ass and then fuck your pussy."

I was sitting on her couch in my t-shirt and briefs.  She was standing over me.

"Beat my ass? You can't beat me up," I said.  “And I don’t have a pussy.”

"Oh yeah?  Watch."

Three stinging slaps to the face.  She was lightning quick.

"Couldn't stop that, could you?" she said.

Three more.  I tried to stand up.  She laughed, grabbed my head, and pulled me into a headlock. 

“O.K., big guy.  See if you can get out of this.”

She walked around the room with my head in the crook of her arm.  I couldn’t get free.  She laughed, then stopped and really applied pressure, bulldogging me to the ground. 

“Ow, ow, ow, ow!” I cried. 

“Do you give??”

“Yes.”

“I can’t hear you.”

Resistance is Obedience

He felt the tug of the leash on his collar and immediately assumed the position of attention as he had been so well trained. On his knees, eyes straight ahead, back straight, hands together as if performing a prayer only fingertips touching. Performing the exercise, touching one set of fingers and then the next. Index, middle, ring, pinky, and then back again. Up and then down, fingers touching in perfect rhythm over and over again. Each touch, each repetition sent him deeper down the one-way channel. It was his gravity, the law of nature, the law of his mind, one can only sink deeper. The harder he tried to keep his fingers from touching, the more perfectly they snapped together. Exposed resistance is more easily washed away, resistance is obedience.

Smothered

A workman putting in a glass window in front of Schwab's almost dropped his glazing tool when Tracey Rogers walked by on the inside. He knew she was very aware of him, having teased him mercilessly for the whole week he was doing windows for the 5 story department store, and now, here he was, on a scaffold on the fifth floor, and she was doing it again. Inside the store the lovely voluptuous sales clerk was barely aware of another peeping tom workman, but she was very aware of the attentions of one Timmy Bowman. "Hi," he smiled at her, looking up a little bit from his 5'4 stature to her 5'8 in 4 inch heels. She was behind the counter, which was just low enough to see the beginning of the shape of her gorgeous body, but

Philippines Office Girls

I was working in the Philippines on temporary assignment with the Air Force. The office I was working in had a large nunber of young attractive women who dressed to the hilt. Skirts (sometimes short) heels, and of course pantyhose. It was difficult to get through the day and concentrate on my work. The women would often walk around the office in their work. I could hear their pantyhose moving and rubbing against their skirts. Sometimes they would sit and cross their legs. I was about out of my mind by the end of the day although I tried not to let them see me looking at them. One of them, Beth, would sit across from me and cross and re-cross her legs and smile at me as if she knew of my fetish.

Mistress's bedroom

Mason had been looking forward to the party all week. A successful financial investment broker, he was anxious for a little relaxation. It was the typical Halloween party, some excellent costumes and some terrible ones. People were milling around idly chatting about nothing. Mason had decided that he would make it an early night and leave around 12. Despite putting in forty hours already, he had a lot of work to catch up on and needed to get to work early the next day. Dominica approached the front door and was greeted by Drew, the host of the party.

Dominant Japanese Schoolgirls

George was in Japan working on a deal with his local partner Mr. Nakamura. They had gone to Mr. Nakamura’s house to finalize the paperwork. They were working when Mr. Nakamura’s step-daughter and two of her friends arrived home from school. The girls came into the house giggling with their school uniforms on. George had been in Japan several months and the school uniform fetish in Japan had started affecting him. He had been watching some of the shows on the local adult channel which showed girls in school uniform showing off their white panties.

My Dungeon

Pamela and Jan were lounging by her pool in their bikinis three months 
later as she explained her theory of milkings!  The two luscious pampered
divorcees with teenage children had gotten together regularly after 
their first meeting at the school PTA.  Pamela was still the mentor of
the two, the more experienced domme and semiprofessional, and Jan was 
fascinated by her handling of her son Timmy! 

  
    "Oh, how lovely," Jan chuckled.  "And it's so integrated with what
we want for their future lives, training him like that!"

    "Yes, but there will be backsliding, you can expect that with 
teenaged boys." She chuckled, "so you must be on hand to correct it at 
a moment's notice!"

    "I know, but sometimes, with work and his school and sports, it's 
so inconvenient to bring him to the basement!"

Mistress Dominica Boot

I stand before my Mistress Dominica, held spellbound by Her amazingly beautiful deep green eyes. I can almost feel myself falling forward into the bottomless depths of Her hypnotic gaze, as it seems to irresistibly pull me to Her…closer and closer and closer. Her eyes bore into my mind; body and soul as She smiles seductively at me and licks Her shiny, glossy red lips, giving me a tantalising glimpse of Her sexy pierced tongue. "Time for some more of your training and conditioning My slave…" She says as Her eyes look down to the ground. "On your knees! Kneel before Me now slave!" She commands as I drop to my knees before Her, head bowed down low in worship to Dominica. My eyes come to rest upon Her booted feet

Male chastity

Putting theory into action

Let us now turn to specific practical advice. Following is a suggested approach designed to bring both of you into a comfort zone wherein the certainty of sex and ejaculation is replaced with an ongoing erotic aura. You will most likely achieve positive results following these steps as described but you should also feel free to adapt them to your own particular circumstances. For example, some couples may be comfortable enough jumping in at a particular stage or be willing to skip steps, others may want to linger at each step or even add their own variations to the process. As long as you end up at the same destination, your route is not overly important.

As we consider how to implement our new philosophy, a great many wives would interject that sex with their husbands always ends in intercourse and ejaculation. How does one move away from that habit to this new paradigm? First, as we have seen and as the following passage indicates, immediate ejaculation is not the all-encompassing essential goal for men despite what most women might believe. Second, as with most aspects of human behaviour the answer is to take a gradual approach.

Levels Of Submission

The following isn't intended as a rigid classification. It was 
written by Diane Vera and published in Lesbian S/M Safety Manual, 
edited by Pat Califia, from Alyson Press (still in print). 

Within the S/M subculture, different people use the 
words "submissive and slave" to mean many different things. When 
submissives say "I want to be your slave," sometimes they mean only 
that they want to be tied up and whipped. Many professional 
dominants routinely refer to their (usually _not_ very genuinely 
submissive clients) as "slaves." At the other extreme, there are 
people who want to be full-time personal servants, and who truly 
want to exist solely for their Dom(me)'s use, pleasure and 
convenience. And there are many shades in between these two 
extremes. 

THE EVERETTS

“Donald… you asshole, where the fuck are you?  Get your ass in here right now?”

Seventeen-year-old Mary Everett was getting furious.  Was her stepfather being purposely stubborn?  Did he actually believe he could get away with such disobedience? 

            Finally, Donald Everett arrived at his stepdaughter’s bedroom.  He’d been down the hallway, in his own bathroom, trying to urinate through the tricky restrictive chastity device locked tightly onto his genitals.  When he heard Mary’s voice he regretfully interrupted the flow of his urine and quickly lifted the tight khaki shorts he was required to wear.  He hurried down the hallway.  When he stood in the girl’s doorway he seemed out of breath… and looked defeated.

            “Why are you still standing, shit face?  Get down on your fucking knees right now.”

            With a sigh of exasperation and futility, Donald slowly collapsed to the floor and dropped his head to his chest.  The regime of slavery was truly getting to him now.   It had been a difficult path he’d chosen, living as a slave to his wife these past ten years, but now that her two daughters had grown into teenagers the regime of slavery had turned drastically more intense.  Donald Everett, ex-CEO of a large aeronautics firm and onetime employer of thousands, was not only a virtual slave to his cruel wife now, but forced to obey her two young daughters as well, both of them budding sadists.

            “Get your fat ass down to the basement and find me my blue tee shirt.  The one with the ‘Girl Power’ thingy on it.”

            He rose to leave.

            “Wait,” she screamed at him, and rushed to the doorway.  Swiftly, she reached up and slapped his face hard.  “You say ‘yes Mistress Mary’ don’t you?  Well?”

            “Yes, Mistress Mary,” he responded, gritting his teeth from the utter humiliation.  Mary had just turned seventeen years old.

            “Now go.  And move that ass or I’ll blister it for you with one of Mom’s crops.”

            After slapping his face she thought about how her mother seemed to have it down perfectly, slapping him forehand and back, creating such a delicious sound and a look of terror on the old man’s face.  I’ve got to learn how to do that, she told herself. Maybe I’ll try it next time.

My submissive journey

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Mistress Regina and her slave

"Take it slut, it's just a little weight." Mistress Regina clipped the labia clamp onto her slave, making her whimper as the metal edges bit soft and red flesh. Her slave, Eloise, had been put on an extreme 3-day sexual exercise, but she had not yet been allowed to cum. Regina knew it was driving her girl mad, but she didn't really care. She'd been dumb enough to be caught masturbating when Regina had come home early, so this was her punishment. "You think you needed that? You'll realize you weren't even close!" Regina had warned. And then she'd made her slave call in sick to work for tomorrow, giving them a three day weekend.

Today was Saturday afternoon, about halfway of what her slave would have to suffer through. Eloise had cried to be allowed to cum constantly since yesterday, but her mistress was a queen at providing a million different kinds of pain that would prevent Eloise from releasing, but not bring her down. So the sexual high was ever present, and since Mistress Regina had tools to keep Eloise on her toes when she wanted to sleep or take a break, there was absolutely no repose for her.

Regina flicked the hanging weight, causing her slave to cry as it swung and the metal parts bit a little deeper. The mistress had grown bored of the nipple clamps and weights, so she'd put nipple shields on the pierced nubs, the kind that forced them almost an inch away from the rest of the breast. It had delighted her to no end when her slave had screamed about how much it hurt. Not though, it seemed like she wasn't really thinking about them.

Three Generations

SATURDAY

Sometimes sheer chance has a GIGANTIC impact on your life.
Turn right instead of left, and get in a car accident.
Take a later flight, and avoid an air crash.
But in Cherry Allbright's case.... in fact in the case of her whole family, it was simply the chance that their last name happened to be Allbright.
It was beginning of a new school year, and bright and early on a sunny Saturday morning in September, Cherry was moving into her new dormitory.The dorm rooms at Mrs. Halsey's Finishing School were assigned alphabetically, by surname, and her room mate was Veronica Allen. Allbright, Allen...... And for her, that one little fact, that random alphabetization, would change her life.
Cherry was a " new girl" ,a freshman. All new girl's were assigned an older room mate to help them through the first days at school. She had just moved all her clothes and other personal items into the dorm room, and suddenly, without any notice, her mentor and roomie walked in and sat down on her own bed, directly across from the one the frosh had chosen. Allbright had looked forward to enrolling at Mrs. Halsey's school for years. Her mother had gone to school there and her grandmother had too. She was the third generation of Allbright women to attend the exclusive boarding school. She even looked forward to having a room mate, just like her mom had. She smiled at the attractive girl as she arranged her belongings.
As she unpacked her things she placed a silver framed photo on her bureau. The picture was of the three generations of Allbright women. All of them looked hot. Of course young Cherry was dressed in the modern fashions of the day, but her mom,, in her mid thirties, and her grandmother , in her late forties, also looked hot, but in a more sophisticated way.

Blood Red Rose

Amanda stood quietly on the doorstep of his house. He was taking forever to answer the door, she thought to herself, her stomach in turmoil. While they had been dating for about a month, and had been together before, tonight was going to be something special. Tonight, he had consented to be her dominant, to take utter control of her and the situation, though he'd never done that sort of thing before. It would be a night of exploration for both of them, because while being submissive was a thing she craved, she too had never participated in anything of that nature. She had no idea what to expect from him.

He answered the door with a deep red rose in his hand. He used it to brush her cheek softly, and then beckoned her into the house. He had prepared a light meal, but he insisted that she serve it, and to wait until he was done before she was permitted to eat. She smiled and did so willingly, knowing this was only the beginning of the evening. The table had continued the theme of the rose: spaghetti with a deep red sauce, strawberries, and 4 more red roses in a vase on the table.

Unwilling Husband

It is a Saturday morning when the phone rings and Trevor rushes downstairs to answer it, "403950"
"Hello Trevor, how are you?"
He recognizes the voice as that of Kat his sister-in-law.
"I am ok and you"
"Oh I am superb, Is Moe still on her trip ?." Kat asks.
"Yes, she is due back tomorrow morning at eleven thirty."
"Oh, right, I thought that was the case, I was just checking, we have never got on have we, Trevor."
"Everyone has their ups and downs, Kat. " Trevor replied.
"Do you fancy me Trevor ?" She quizzed.
"You are an attractive lady, I suppose I would shag you given half a chance."
"A typical male then, but you see I don't want you as a lover." She retorts.
"Oh, ok. What do you want me as then ?"

Foot Slave

Nervously my finger pressed the buzzer, within ten seconds the release mechanism clicked and opened the door, I pushed it ajar and entered a dimly lit hallway, a stair case lay in front of me, leading down to a single ominous black door, I walked down and knocked,


"You may enter" was the quick curt reply.


Sheepishly I entered, and closed the door behind me.


The room was spacious and painted a matt black with a cold stone floor, recess lights in the ceiling were dimmed to give a low glow of light, the striking furnishings and the various chains and restraints which hung from the wall gave no illusion that this was anything other than a dungeon.


Directly in front of me across the other side of the room was a large dark wooden throne, sat on the throne with her legs crossed and her arms folded was my new mistress. She was dressed in a shiny black PVC catsuit which clung to her beautifully shaped physique, the PVC covered her entire body leaving only revealing a tempting show of cleavage, her hands and of course ending just above her ankles it revealed her beautiful feet. She was wearing black stappy patent high heels, with the most exquisite feet I had ever seen, they were perfectly shaped and extenuated by the high curve in the shoe, her toenails were painted a deep red, a stunning contrast to the black PVC. Adorning her right ankle was a silver ankle bracelet with a small key attached, a key that unbeknownst to me at that time would be the key that would hold me as her slave.

Office Foot Worship

She came into my office again today. This time she wore a mini-dress, ankle bracelet and high-heeled black patent sandals. Through the dark stockings it was evident her toenails were painted pink. I escorted her away from my desk towards the couch and coffee table corner, the less formal "just folks" area of my spacious suite. While my voice offered the usual social refrains and graces, my eyes –– and consequently my crotch –– had an agenda of their own. They kept returning to her shoes and feet. That wasn't unusual. Every time she has visited, her lower extremities have captured my imagination and attention. Mind you, her crossed leg - and the 14 inches of revealed thigh - not to mention the constant motion of her foot were hard to ignore.

Early on her energetic foot began a different choreographic, a series of elegant twists and turns. I felt compelled to look up, to see if her facial expression had somehow changed. My glance was greeted with a warm smile and, in a sultry voice, she more stated than asked, "You like them?"

"Very much," I responded. "They're beautiful."

"Thank you," she said, provocatively extending her leg straight out, moving her foot in slow circles. "I've been aware of your interest for quite some time. And I know there are many men just like you who adore the female foot and the high heels we wear."

My face reddened. She had my number. "They turn you on, don't they?"

My Foot Slave

I first married in 1997 when I was 20 years old. I met a local businessman who ran a number of stores by my mother's house. I was and still am attractive; I have a size 10 figure and long blonde hair. My secret is that I have had breast surgery to make my breasts d cup and firm.

Paul was going to be my slave, not bad considering he was wealthy and had his pick of the girl's in my area. He did make me sign a pre-nup agreement but I made it my resolve to work on him and take control of his life. I guessed he had a submissive side.

I had him under my control just because I discovered his foot fetish. Poor hubby used to give me massages and stared at my feet for a long time. At first I didn't know what a foot fetish was but Paul would readily agree to buy me high heels and boots whenever we had sex together. It didn't take me long to work out that my feet made him hard and weak at the same time.

I remember my first night of slow seduction with Paul. We had been married a year and I felt I deserved more of his hard earned money. I was getting bored of have high heel's as presents and wanted cash to enjoy myself.

Paul had booked a nice hotel and dinner for me on our anniversary so I made my plans. I booked into the room earlier then Paul to get ready. I chose a short over the knee skirt, black and sexy. I know that my see through top would do the trick for Paul especially as I was blessed with nice 32d breasts. I let my hair fall down my back; a natural blonde and I know that men notice my hair.

Shaving the lips of her pussy

It had been a long quarter at college and things were winding down before the winter break. I had just broken off a relationship with another girl and was back on the prowl again. Where better than a college campus.
I was sitting in class when a dark haired beauty came in and sat next to me. We had been in the class all quarter long and she had never really paid attention to me, at least not like this. She said her name was Lisa and asked if I was "taken". I explained that I was currently available. By the end of class, Lisa had invited over to her house for dinner that Saturday night.
Lisa had a very attractive face and dark curly hair to die for. She was about 5'04" and 135 pounds. A little chunky, but just how a man likes them, a little meat on her bones. She had large breasts and I could not wait to get a chance at a closer look.
I arrived at Lisa's house at about 7 pm. We were alone. Lisa had sent her parents out for a night on the town. I knew I would be getting some now!
Dinner progressed quickly as we both knew what was really happening. Lisa walked me down the stairs to her bedroom. The room was lit by about 50 candles. She had a queen size bed that was yelling for us to get busy on it!
We undressed each other and began kissing each other softly. Lisa's nips were long and hard. I ran my tongue over them several times and managed to slip a finger or two down to her crotch and felt her dripping with excitement. This was going to be good.

Her sweet torture

He enters her apartment and takes her in his arms at the door. As they kiss and embrace, they move together across the room, their bodies pressed tightly against each other. He sits her on a nearby desk and lightly run his hands over her legs. He traces the line of her legs from knee to ankle then back up over her thighs. He becomes curious when the silk of the stockings gives way to smooth skin. He rolls his hands around to her inner thighs and gently pushes them back to reveal her naked pussy staring at him. He slides her short, red skirt up slightly to increase his view. Ooooh yes! - there she is, moist and swollen, waiting and wanting. He scoots her back further and draws her legs up so that her sleek, black heels are propped on the table. With his fingers, he spreads her lips open and feels the wetness waiting just on the outside of her pussy. As he slips his fingers inside of her, he hears her gasp and he tips her head back with a gentle tug on her free-flowing hair. Her muscles convulse as he explores her depths, sending more wetness onto us both. He withdraws his fingers and places them, one at a time, inside her mouth so she can lick and suck the juices from them. He lowers his mouth to hers and they both taste her together - their tongues trading the flavor back and forth.
He draws away leaving her wanting more and leads her to the center of the room where he instructs her to stand still and not to speak. He runs his hands through her hair, kisses her neck and throat while whispering enticing comments into her ear. She shudders from his touch, and lets out a few sighs and moans. He lets his hand drop to caress her ass and pulls her body against his while he kisses her deeply and sensuously

Cum in the fitness club

My friend and I joined a fitness club to start working out. One night when we were eating at a local restaurant we decided to go work out. His girlfriend Kelly was with him and wanted to go to. Kelly was tall for a girl, she was 5'10, 120 pounds, brown hair, brown eyes, 32B breast and tightest butt ever. I've always fantasized about Kelly, their was just something about her. When she would bend over I would peek down her shirt and when she would wear short skirts and sit down.
I would try to bend down with out her knowing and look up it. After eating we went to the fitness club and changed into to our gym clothes. Since it was late at night no one was in there. While working out I got the best views of Kelly and wanted her so bad. I started running on the treadmill for about fifteen minutes and noticed Jeff and Kelly were gone.
Immediately I walked into the restroom/changing room and heard somebody in one of the changing rooms making a lot of noise. I knew we were the only people there so it had to be them. They heard me open door and got really quite. I pretended to walk back out and shut it but stayed in the changing room area. I sneaked around the corner and peaked and saw Kelly laying naked on a bench with Jeff between her legs fucking her. I instantly got hard and kept on watching them. Kelly then got up and got in the doggie style position facing the door I was looking through. I knew she might could see me, but I still kept on watching.
After a few minutes of watching them Kelly looked right at me and made eye contact. I tried to hide behind the door, but peaked back around and she was starring right at me and smiled. They finally finished and Jeff started to put back on his clothes and I knew I would have to sneak back out fast. I walked out the door quickly and got back on the treadmill.

Samantha Bet

Samantha had caught Richard having an affair after more than five years of marriage. She spent an entire evening pouring her heart out to my wife Tori. Lets just say Samantha wasn't a big fan of men for the next few months. One evening Tori and Samantha were out for a girl's night out when the topic of fidelity came up. By the end of the conversation Samantha bet Tori that if given the chance I would cheat. Tori was fairly confident that I wasn't the cheating type, not to mention the fact that Samantha was quite a bit overweight and not my type. Samantha, for her part, was convinced I would succumb to her advances.

Samantha invited Tori over for dinner, but halfway through Tori got a call from the office and had to go in to deal with an emergency. Samantha stayed behind to attempt her seduction. She was rather pathetic. I wasn't the least bit tempted. Had I known Tori was involved I would have found it amusing, the fact that I didn't made the situation very uncomfortable. I was ready for Samantha to leave when she poured us each another glass of wine. She offered me a glass and said it would be her last as she was going to leave after we finished.

Samantha had spiked my drink with a date rape drug known as a Ruffie. The drug took effect fairly quickly and before long she was helping me to my room. My head was spinning and the rest of the evening was a blur. Samantha made a video of me laying on the bed, completely naked, as she seemingly rode my cock. Samantha had managed to get me hard and I ejaculated inside of her. Of course I missed the entire ordeal.

Crawl to me

"Get down on your knees. Crawl to me. Don't speak." My eyes are locked on her as she follows my orders, no questions asked. I still get nervous at the beginning of each scene. I still feel a chill down my spine when she says "yes Mistress," in that soft, sweet voice of hers. She's half-way across the room and she looks up at me. In her pale blue eyes I see my reason for being. With just a quick glance up, she says so many things. I am a truly lucky woman. "Wait. Stop there. Up on your heels."

I take a deep breath. There are butterflies in my stomach but I am in control. The few seconds it takes to walk the four or feet from the bed to her feel like an eternity. I'm sure she feels the same way crawling toward me. "Look into my eyes, girl." Our eyes connect. I see stars. Softly, I smile down at her--my girl, my love, my everything. I reach down with fingers trembling and gently caress her cheek. She sighs softly and her eyes close. With one finger I slowly trace her lips. We're in a rhythm now. She opens her mouth, willingly accepting my finger, sucking it; her eyes are locked on mine.

I pull my hand away and my finger slips from her mouth with a "pop." I slowly slide my hand to the back of her head; my fingers tangle in her light brown hair. I am in control. Time stands still. Tilting her head back with a gentle tug of her hair, I lean down and softly kiss her waiting mouth. She wants to touch me--to wrap her arms around me. As much as I want to let her, now is not the time. With the end of our kiss, I feel her body relax. I let go of her hair and walk behind her. "On all fours."

Combatting Clenching

Experienced disciplinarians are familiar with the behavior known as clenching. The person being spanked, caned, or paddled seeks to press his or her buttocks close together in a vain attempt to avoid the pain that is inevitably coming. The dominant finds clenching annoying because it may affect the accuracy of the cane or brush stroke. What's more, the attempt to diminish the impact of the blow is a clear sign of resistance.

There are many ways to deal with this offense—for resistance of any kind must be dealt with firmly by any disciplinarian. The most traditional, and the one preferred especially by teachers and mothers with naughty girls and boys—of whatever age—across their laps is to adjust the number of strokes that will be given. Each time the buttocks are clenched, the naughty one is told that that stroke did not count.

Some prefer to stamp out the resistance by stronger penalties. "Every time you clench that naughty bottom," one woman says, "you will get two more strokes added to your punishment." If the sub who clenches is receiving a spanking, the proper response may be to warn him or her that further clenching will see the punishment stepped up to a caning, or if it is already a caning, then a larger and more severe cane will be used.

Others resort to the scary practice of warning the punishee that any clenching will not only mean the stroke does not count but that the count will return to one and thus the entire punishment will recommence. Some subs have trouble avoiding clenching as a natural reaction and this threat will put them horribly on edge because clever dominatrixes may stop after the penultimate stroke and wait, knowing that a nervous sub may clench, say after stroke 49 of an intended 50-stroke spanking, and thus earn another 50 spanks.

You aren't allowed to cum

Wow... yvonne came round this afternoon... i love her visits now, though i still get nervous... i can't believe she wants to do those things with me... but i'm not complaining... and Master says its okay so no worries... i have to get permission off Him though and that means He speaks to Yvonne too before the meetings and lets her know what i'm allowed to do...

Anyway... she came round about 2pm... Master told me i had to wait for her naked today... but to put on the cuffs He left with me, ankles and wrists... oh boy, that made me nervous... when she arrived she sent me a text and then knocked on the door so i would know it was her...

she was wearing a lovely leather mini skirt today with knee boots, and a white halter top, obviously naked underneath that top, i could see her breasts moving, the nipples already hard and pushing against the silky fabric and i just had to reach for her and fondle her through her top... right there in the doorway... totally forgetting i was naked... a good job no neighbours were passing (blush)...

Fortunately yvonne was a bit more alert than me and quickly moved me out of the way of the door, closing it behind us and dropping the latch...

As soon as the door closed we began to kiss... again yvonne seized my hair and pulled my head back to raise my face to hers... then, still with my head held firm, she began to trail kisses down my neck, moving lower until her lips were on my breast. Then, from nowhere it seemed, her teeth closed over my right nipple and i cried out with the intense and unexpected pain. It lasted only a moment, for she began to kiss and lick instead... which soothed but also intensified my arousal...

It's odd really... i love my Master, adore Him, love being with Him... but when yvonne kisses me its so intimate i almost explode... it's different... and i can't help wondering if that's okay to feel that way...

Oooops... got distracted then... well, coming back to kiss my lips, tongues probing , yvonne went straight for my pussy with her hand, holding me there firmly... i ground myself against her, trying to get enough pressure to my clit to trigger an orgasm... i was so close already... but she kept pulling her hand back to stop me from cumming....

Turning me away she clipped the cuffs together with a metal catch and told me to go into the bedroom which i did quickly... resentful of not being able to touch her any more i tugged at the cuffs, wishing i had fastened them a bit looser so i could pull my hands out... yvonne giggled as she realised what i was doing, stroked the side of my face and said "soon"... oh how i hate that word!!!!

The secretary

"Ultimate control, Mr. Black. Is that what you wish me to have? Mr. Black..."

"Mr. Black!" the receptionist calls out to him once again, but with a slightly higher tone, tinged with irritation.

He comes out of his reverie and closes the magazine he has had open for several minutes. He cannot even remember what article he was looking at. His fantasy had gathered all of his attention and the magazine he opened earlier was forgotten between his smooth, large hands.

"The doctor will see you now."

He stands and smiles, throwing the magazine upon the pile of older subscriptions stacked on the small coffee table. "Thanks," he says in a soft lilting Scottish accent. "Sorry about that."

The secretary openly stares at his 6 foot frame and mentally makes a note to herself that tall men are sexy. "Down the hall, last door on the left, Mr. Black. Dr. Jensen is waiting for you."

Thank you mistress

She hated seeing this look on his face. Nothing pained her more. All she knew how to do was hold him and state the fucking obvious with the well worn words like 'You are the most wonderful thing that's ever happened to me.', 'You're so beautiful.' and other such things. But today she was filled with wanting to the point where she couldn't imagine not wanting, and somehow convinced herself that he would feel the same: given a chance to want, how could anybody not? Well, this is how she felt, anyway.

"How are you, my love?" she asked, forbidding the fear she felt for the answer from clouding her voice.

"Horrible." He said, but without hiding his face as he often did when this was the case.

The Breakup

Chloe turned back to Adam. "I don't really know how to say this, Adam, but I've, well, I've found someone else."

"What?"

"It's just, I don't think things are working out between-"

"But we've always ha-"

"Look, I understand. And to make it up to you, I'm going to treat you to the best sex of your life."

A sly grim crep across Adam's face. He knew this was it, and he was finally going to get the chance of a lifetime. He had some work to do.

"Adam? Baby?"

"Yeah? I was-"

At My Feet

Today my slave cleaned my apartment, did my laundry, washed my car, made me lunch, took my dog for a walk, and went grocery shopping for me. He paid for my groceries and made a car payment for me, too. As I sit before my computer this afternoon, my slave is beneath my desk and he is gently sucking my toes. It feels wonderful and very relaxing. I feel reflective.

Many men seem to be confused on the issue of female domination. They mistakenly think that domination means telling the Mistress about their fantasies and fetishes, and then having their dreams fulfilled by her. That's not how it works. A true Mistress does not have a menu from which men can order to satisfy their sexual appetite. A slave's duty is to serve his Mistress by unselfishly providing her with pleasure, service, and amusement. He gives, she takes. That is what female domination is about.

A Steamy Shower

I open the shower door and turn on the water. Feeling the water pelt my left hand, I know the water is not hot enough. I turn the faucet slowly until steam forms in the shower. Holding out my right hand, I turn it palm side up then palm side down feeling the stinging pelting of the searing water shock my nerves. When I remove my hand I notice the flush glow created from the intemperate water. Steam billows from the top of the shower door as I start to remove my workout clothes. Looking down at my sweaty muscular body, I watch my cock roll from its restricting jock and protrude half swollen in its girth and length in anticipation of following your command.

Fuck me

She smiles and presses her lips to his with hot peppery kisses passionate and stinging.

He: "MMMMMM eating something spicy?"

"Yes," she whispers, looking at him, indicating that he is her delectable dish.

He pulls her on his lap and lands a long, claiming kiss on her lips growling softly against her.

"Oh, there are other places to savor this dish my love."

Her lips wrap around his, slipping between his lips in rippling waves around his mouth.

Blindfolding

We finished watching the film, and she took my hand, leading me to the dining room. She made me undress and told me to get onto the table, on all fours. I obeyed. She told me to close my eyes, then I heard Her leave the room. She returned, and told me to open my eyes. She stood there, naked, except for a translucent, black, babydoll nightie. It came just below her bottom, so that you could just see the curves of her buttock past the hem. In Her hand, she was carrying a bundle of black ribbon and scissors.

Then, She started by blindfolding me with a piece. Wrapping it around my head, she tied it tightly at the back and snipped of the excess. She bound my ankles together with the same method; wrap, tie, snip. She worked methodically, and proceeded to tie my wrists together. Balancing was rather tricky with my bound limbs, but I wasn't going to let myself flop over. I was in far too much anticipation for what was to come.

Pleasing my Mistress

The mistress sat down on the couch, starting up a conversation with one of her best friends. She leaned down and unhooked my leash, Then pulled me forward. She slid her hand down to my pussy, played with the clit there that belonged to her. I felt an instant pleasure radiate from that spot. A radiant joy followed. Oh, how I loved for Mistress to use me like this. I heard her talking with her friend, about things too important for me to listen to. Everything they said, that my Mistress said, was too good for me.

Femdom Delivery

My girlfriend Mika had been away on a consulting gig for a week and we had another three to go before we were reunited. We'd only been dating for a few months but overall we liked where things were going. More or less. I like pretty strong and aggressive women and have fantasized about having my girlfriend take a more assertive and controlling role in the bedroom. I had nothing to do that Saturday and I was bored and horny. Fantasies of my girlfriend tying me up and taking advantage of me were playing through my head and I was ready to get rid of my tremendous hard-on just so I could get on with the day. Mika had left some panties in my dirty clothes hamper and I was feeling pretty nasty so I was soon laid out on the couch, her silky pink panties rubbing up and down on my dick while I dreamed about Mika sitting on my face. BZZZ! BZZZZ! The doorbell cut through my fantasies. No way was I going to put on some clothes and go down and answer the door. I wasn't expecting anyone and I was far more interested in coming than dealing with Jehovah's Witnesses. BZZZZ! BZZZ! The doorbell vanquished my hope of continuing uninterrupted. I threw on some gray nylon windpants and went downstairs to open the door.

Chocolate and Espresso

I don't know for certain how old I was when I first became aware of the special perception that women have of males' reactions to themselves. Call it a type of radar if you will. I'm not saying all women have it. But a woman who is deficient in this awareness is simply not worth knowing. If I am walking down the street and notice a woman with a beautiful ass ahead of me– even twenty yards ahead – and begin to admire her, she will be aware that someone behind her is looking appreciative at her. She doesn't need to turn around and look. She just knows.

Pedilingus

Some may think of me as a Mistress, others as a Goddess, but even more importantly than that, I like to think of myself as a teacher to men in need of feminine guidance. Most everyone is familiar with the terms cunnilingus and analingus, respectively, the oral stimulation of the vagina and anus. I would like to introduce what may be a new word to the vocabulary of many readers. That word is pedilingus. Derived from the Latin words pedi, meaning foot, and lingus, meaning lick, pedilingus is the oral stimulation of the feet.

The Ironman

IronMan by SirBosk1 2006 SirBosk1
This story is a fantasy that contains scenes of bondage, spanking, caning, strapping, humiliation, sex between men of adult age, and other erotic activities involving male and female adults. If such subjects are offensive, uninteresting or if you are a minor (i.e., child) please leave now.
All persons, names, places, events, and descriptions, are purely fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons, names, places, events, or descriptions, is totally unintentional and a pure coincidence. This work is copyright by the author and commercial use is prohibited without written permission from the author.
Personal/private copies are permitted only if complete, including the copyright notice. The author would appreciate your comments pro and con, including constructive criticism, and suggestions.
Chapter 1 - First Meeting

Femdom Video Starring

t started one evening as we were lying on the couch together.

I was flicking through a magazine, feeling vaguely smug with myself about the dinner I'd prepared for the two of us. Anna was browsing through a copy of the local free ads paper. It looked as if she was looking for something in particular, but I had no idea what.

"Ah! Here it is! Sarah said it was in this week's paper."

Now I was curious. Sarah was an old girlfriend that I kept in touch with, but she'd obviously been plotting something with my wife on this occasion.

Femdom Poker Party

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Young tutor's Lesson

The young university tutor looked up from her computer at the knock on her office door. "Come in, the door isn't locked." The door opened and in walked one of her students from her history tutorial.

"Excuse me," he said. "I just wanted to talk to you about the mark you gave me on the last essay. I don't think you marked me fairly."

"Oh yes," she replied. "I remember that essay. It wasn't up to your usual standard and certainly not enough for a passing grade."

"Well, I needed that passing grade on the essay to pass the subject and be able to take the next subject in the series."

Cock sucking Contest

It had been two months since Debbie had been sold into sexual slavery with Beth, and she was becoming very depressed. She had thought that she wanted to be a full time sexual slave to a dominant woman. And, she now is serving as a pussy eating, sexual slave to her friend, Beth. And, her best friend, Marion, was also serving similarly to another friend, Jacki. But, things were not as they seemed.

Debbie found the thrill of the chase was more fun than the result. Oh, she still liked occasionally licking and eating another woman's pussy and asshole, but she also found that she missed being on top, too. She was getting depressed, and Marion appeared the same. Every time Beth and Jacki had a joint session with their slaves, both Debbie and Marion appeared to be less enthusiastic than before. And, it was apparent to both Jacki and Beth. They, also, were spending more time with their male slaves, Ron and Bill, than their females. And, the two females were also spending more time chained in the punishment pillory because they lacked enthusiasm.

A rainy night

A heavy evening rain patters against the bedroom window, and my mind drifts off again. I try to focus, to bring myself back to the real world, but the events of the past three months flashed through my brain, uncalled for and certainly not welcome. I could no longer shut them out. Expressing to my wife that I wanted her to occasionally take the lead in our sex life was probably not the hardest thing I had ever done in my life; getting her to do it was. I let her know I didn't want the polygamous relationships so often expressed in female domination stories, but that there were other things I wanted to try. She caught on quickly...too quickly. Weekends became hers. I reveled in serving her as a sexual slave, and she luxuriated in the

A Child Forever

Kelly Witman was your average 14 year old girl in most respects. She was in eight grade, about to enter high school. She hung out with friends and went to the movies, went shopping.normal teenage things. But she was alone among her friends in one respect. She wanted to remain a child. She had always had these feelings but now that she was about to enter high school, they were much stronger. There was no doubt she was getting older. No more middle school, she was to be a high school student. She envied her 6 year old sister, Jessica, who was still in kindergarten. In fact, she would often play dolls or house with her sister and her friends

Debbie and Steve

OK, which exit is it?"
Trish was driving with Penelope in the passenger seat up front. Meredith sat in the back behind Trish's seat with Angela behind Penelope. The quarter were sisters in a sorority attending an annual Alpha Phi event together. Every year different chapters across Southern California sent between three and five members each to Las Vegas for the weekend.
After a hard day poring over sorority business in workshops (with a small lunchtime casino break), the girls were on the prowl for some fun. They were driving on the 15 in the outskirts of town looking for a small out of the way club called "The Web" that Penelope had heard about.
"I think it's the next one. Slow down." Penelope had a road map and a smaller hand drawn map open on her lap.

The Christmas Special

I've always loved Christmas and I love the smell of a real Christmas tree. It's the one thing that says to me � 'eat, drink, be merry and give presents'. Every Christmas, because of the 'eat, drink' part, I suddenly can't fit into several tight things I own until the weight comes off half as slowly as it went on. Strangely enough, it never stopped me doing it all over again the next year.
The first Christmas after I met Danielle was a memorable occasion. There was a festive air about the house and a nice fir tree had been sacrificed to stand in one corner of the living room. Over a couple of weeks we all took turns hanging decorations, tinsel, strings of lights, candy canes and other stuff all over it, so by Christmas Eve it was hard to find the greenery under the decorations.

Christmas Dreams

The trouble with having a wife who dominates you is that it's hard to make plans for Christmas, because her plans are probably a world away from yours. For instance, you might plan a week of partying, eating and drinking and sharing Christmas with friends, while she intends to tie you to the Christmas tree and put holly in your panties.
I know that being kept in the dark is part of the deal and I have no right to even make suggestions, but I just love Christmas so much I can't help myself. I didn't know what Julie had lined up for me this year but whatever it was I would do it without hesitation. So far there were no clues and it was December 23rd already. I'd made a few tentative inquiries but Julie had only smiled at me and told me to wait and all would be revealed. She probably meant that literally.

The Voice

The Voice said "You have been a pitiful excuse for a person your entire life. You have tormented those that loved you and manipulated others to do you bidding. You have watched the suffering of others and profited off of their misery. You are unfit to enter these gates. There is no excuse that you can offer that will change our view of you. Are you prepared for our judgment?" After a verbal beating like that what else could I say but "Yes." I mean they were pretty much right on. I was a shit head in life and probably deserved to burn in hell. But just to show that when you die you don't necessarily change and become all gracious and accommodating, I was trying like hell to figure out a way to come out ahead on this one. It just wasn't happening.

Extreme femininity

It all started when I was fifteen. My father died in a car accident. My mother never really seemed all that upset although at the time I didn’t understand why. My mother was now reasonably rich in addition to my father’s stocks and stuff he had two large insurance policies. One on his own and one from where he worked. I never really knew how much money was involved, but I don’t think I my mother was ever going to have to work.
My mother was very much into extreme femininity although I never really paid much attention to that or understood it. I just know she always wore more make-up then the other mother’s and she always wore high heels and dresses. I got the feeling that the rest of the family thought she was wacky but nobody ever said anything to me. Unfortunately I didn’t know the half of it.

Careers Counsellor

I slouched into the Careers Counsellor's office for my appointment with Miss Travers. I'd been ordered to get some guidance because I wasn't doing well in my last year at high school and my parents and my teachers all agreed that I needed to pull my socks up, put my nose to the grindstone, my shoulder to the wheel and get my act together. Unfortunately, I was suffering from terminal boredom and I wasn't even slightly interested in studying.
What was the point? My father owned a steel mill, my mother was a movie star and they had more money than I could spend in a lifetime. I was an only child and would get the lot sooner or later. Not only that, my father had a tricky heart that sometimes fluttered or murmured, or something like that.

Abnormal boy

January 23, 2003. That was the date at the top of the newspaper. That was the day I found out Mary Anthony was no longer here. She had died, the paper said in a car wreck. I hope she went quick. I turned off the computer.
The obituary said she was a former dental assistant and active in St Mary's church. That was the clincher. Mary Anthony, dental Assistant, Churchgoer. I was sure it was her. I cried as my mind filled with memories of my childhood.
I couldn't have been five years old, sitting at my mothers side in the pew, 9:30 mass at St Marys church. This was the Mass that my father supervised the collection and assisted people to their seats.
I saw my mother poke my older sister and say "There she is, look at that outfit. That hat looks great on her, I wonder how many she has. I looked up and saw Mary walking into church. She was a real glamour girl, an original in that small conservative New England town where I grew up. There was nothing unusual about this. I heard the same thing every Sunday as far back as I could remember. "Look at Mary". I never saw her

A writer story

I was just starting for a new studio. I'm a writer, I write movie scripts or rewrites of movie scripts. I'd gotten the interview for the job the same way most jobs are gotten in Hollywood, through a friend of a friend. The interview went well and a couple days later I got a call confirming the job, as new head writer was mine. However with the volume of work they expected they'd also hired a woman. There thinking was to get writing from both perspectives and come up with a hybrid that was even better. I didn't mind sharing the title as long as the salary was there. And believe me it was. I was already making very good money and this was a considerable raise.
On Monday the first day of work at the new job I met my new co-head writer. She was attractive but

Gender Adventures

Set in Des Moines, hometown of "Anything for a Moped," the story focuses on Samantha, a happy, well-adjusted, bosomy, lesbian who learns that her mother has been trying to get them onto trash television. A letter from the Vera Smuttee talk show leads mother and daughter to a photo shop where Samantha encounters the girl of her dreams. There is, however, a major impediment to romantic bliss: The girt loathes lesbians. How much is Samantha willing to give up in order to win Alison's heart?
Chapter One � "Samantha Meets the Girl of Her Dreams"
"Mother! There's no way I'm going on the Oprah Show! I won't do it. You can't make me do it!" Samantha's body shook so violently that the printout in her hand rattled like an awning in an Iowa twister.
"Sam, what are you talking about? Who said anything about the Oprah Show?

My Arab slave

I think all human beings are bad news. Doesn't matter what their race or gender is. Even people who have been mistreated throughout history turn around and do the same exact thing to innocent others. It never ceases to amaze me. The bigotry some minorities can have for other minorities. Take my submissive Ahmed Aimren for example. He's a Middle-Eastern guy living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. And he hates Black folks with a passion. Yet he doesn't seem to realize that almost everyone in the Western World thinks of all Middle-Eastern folks as nothing more than potential terrorists. Rather than join forces with Asians, Hispanics, Africans and Aboriginals, the minority groups which are suffering in Canada, he sides with the White folks even though most of them don't think much of him either.

First Experience

I'm a 40 year old bisexual Femme Dom, but I wasn't always so open minded about my sexual interests. I came from a very rural, homophobic sort of background. Homoeroticism, bisexuality, or reverse role playing were strictly taboo for me.

Perhaps one of the reasons why anal sex and strap on penetration has held such a fascination for me is because it because of that fact that it is so taboo. It remains a forbidden fruit, so to speak. It also makes me feel very powerful and in charge which is something which I didn't feel growing up, coming from a very misogynist sort of background where women were treated like wives/servants or women/whores. It is nice to be able to turn the tables and treat men as servants and sluts.

Couple Island Fantasy

Hedo was great. Going for BDSM week was a chance, but thankfully there were many Femdom couples here. I hoped we could find a Femdom couple to play with. I really hoped to find strong, older Dommes who would be a good teacher for Kathy. Kathy is my love, my heart. While our Femdom relationship was a good one, I wanted more and she needed some higher education to enjoy taking us there.
On the nude beach, we met Hans and Greta from Germany. Hans was a successful German businessman and Greta was a semi-retired nurse. She worked once in awhile when they wanted a little vacation money to go to places like this. We hit it off right away and played with them last night. Hans was bi like me. Even if he wasn't, if Greta wanted to see him with another man, he would have obeyed

Restructuring My Husband

After over ten years of marriage I had grown very comfortable in my relationship with Jim. Our sex life was, well nice. Jim is a good lover, not too imaginative but eager to please and not afraid of giving oral sex. He had become quite good at it and had gotten over expecting me to return the favor. In fact Jim’s giving me oral pleasure had become just about the only way that I achieved orgasm. Jim knew this and knew that if he expected to enter me he would have to bring me to more than one climax with his educated mouth and tongue. Both Jim and I had good careers and had chosen to remain childless. My career had really taken off and I had become somewhat of a star in my field. Jim’s was more plodding but financially rewarding none the less. So to put it mildly, we were well off.

Football Magic

This was an important game for me, perhaps the most important of my short career. It wasn’t that I hadn’t prepared myself for it, I had. Long hours in the weight room, and more hours using Cathy’s dad’s exercise machines, plus several hours of field practice six days a week. I was only a high school senior, but folks in Oklahoma take their football seriously, and I was an all conference receiver. I’m told, that our games filled the stands better then college games back east, but I really wouldn’t know about that. Extra bleachers had been set up at the end zones for this game, a traditional Halloween contest between across town schools

The addict

"Good evening, folks. Welcome to another meeting of VS Anonymous. It's cold outside but this is a great turnout, and I bet that's got something to do with Christmas, right?"
(Cheers and clapping)
"I thought so. Because this is our last meeting before December 25, there'll be food and drink available at the back of the hall when the meeting closes. Now who wants to start the meeting? Any volunteers? You don't have to, but we'd love to hear from you so we can give our support and blessings. You're with friends here, so don't be shy."

My little princess

He was marrying into money, but that didn’t mean he didn’t love her. He loved her very much, and had loved her very much even before he knew about the money. She was beautiful and carried herself with a style and grace that left him breathless. Plus, she was imposing. She had a confidence that was almost frightening to him, and she had always intimidated him. He felt he paled in her presence. And if she was overpowering to him, her mother was awe-inspiring. In her presence he literally was tongue-tied.

Doctor Lewis

It seemed like a simple plan. They had been to a show that featured a hypnotist, Doctor Lewis. He had several people on stage doing all kinds of silly things. Richard's wife was one of the subjects. This gave Richard an idea. His wife was getting a little careless in her appearance and hardly ever wore sexy dresses and heels any more. After the show all the subjects had to go backstage to let Doctor Lewis de-program them. When it was their turn, and before he brought her out of the trance, Richard asked him if he would give her a post hypnotic suggestion to get her to dress sexier. The doctor hesitated at first but a little pleading and an offer of 200 changed his mind. He told Richard to wait outside. Richard, being curious, had his ear to the door and could here what he was saying.

Getting ready for me baby

Stepping in to the strange store seemed like a mistake at first, but after she was greeted by the charming little redhead at the counter Tara was more at ease.
"How can I help you?"
The girl asked as she wiped some dust from the glass display case with a towel.
"I've heard from friends that if you wanted to change something about yourself, that this is the place to come".
Tara Answered.
"I've always said at Chez Jenn anything can happen."
The girl Replied

Sell your soul to the Devil

As I sat in my small, damp basement apartment and my underpants, savoring my fourth glass of a cheap little something only a desperate wino would rave about, my bloodshot eyes drifted towards a particularly strange advertisement in the newspaper, I'd carefully crumpled away on the floor.
It read; 'The opportunity of a lifetime. If you want to become a woman and you're prepared to sell your soul to the Devil - call this number'.
I've worked in sales and so know a con job when I see one. I noticed they gave a mobile phone number. What concerned me was - it was my mobile phone number they were using. Bloody newspaper I thought, they're forever getting phone numbers wrong. Now I'll have every weirdo on the planet ringing me

Humiliation..

I had to tell her there was no getting around it.
As I got out of the car my stomach felt like compressed lead, I could hardly breath, my butt hole felt strange. And I had to tell Peggy. But how do you tell your wife of fifteen years that you have lost your job? Not only that, but that you have been humiliated beyond belief.
My face must have looked like hell. Peggy was taking a small roast from the oven when I entered the kitchen from the garage, and when she set it on the stove and faced me, her jaw dropped.
"What’s the matter Kyle?"
"I think you better take all the food off the burners, we have to talk."
"What’s the matter? What’s happened? Tell me!"

Her slippery cock

At least they didn't water the drinks�the rum and coke was right enough and the bartender at my end of the bar was sleek, slender and sexy. She was a typical Thai lady�petite and her face was fine and beautifully drawn.
The bar noise was huge too many drunks yelling at the dancers on the stage at the other end of the bar music incessant. I ordered another. The bartender brought it over with her smile shyly edging across her face. The guy next to me was bumping into me with his big butt. I decided to finish out here and go on back to the hotel
As I downed the last of my drink another one appeared the bartender looked at me and said that this one was on her "did you want to get away from the noise?" "Yes!" She picked up my drink and went off to my right toward the rows of booths. She stopped at the back and swung her slender hips into a large horseshoe shaped booth. I followed those hips and slid along the seat to the back of the booth next to her.

Thank you for beating me Mother

In her tenth year she knew she was different, experiencing joy as Mother licked the blood from her scrapped knee.
At twelve her first punishment caused an awakening in her soul, and she looked forward with exultation to each session.
At sixteen she found absolution for her wicked ways through submission, as Daddy demonstrated his affection.
At eighteen she started fucking college classmates, which caused her dominating parents much pain

Victoria's School for Girls

If my mother loves me, why did she send me to Miss Victoria's School for Girls? Of course it's one of the very best schools in the country with a great academic record and it regularly produces girls who excel at sport and in the arts. It has a record of caring for the pupils and catering for all their problems as they mature from six year olds to teenagers. They care that you feel a part of the wider Miss Victoria family and that you can depend on the staff, prefects and your classmates to help you in a crisis.

Marcy’s Wishes

Marcy Steele had lost her boyfriend to another woman a girl by the named Shelly Mitchell. Marcy hadn’t been the best-looking girl this she granted to Jason but she wWasn’t unattractive either, in fact she had gotten into fairly decent shape for Jason’s sake, and was always at the gym just to please him. She resented that now, though she was in great shape she was still heart broken and wanted revenge on her former beau whatever the cost, at first she was going to have Shelly bumped off by one of her many lowlife friends who had connections in the under-world.
Then the idea came to her just sounded psychopathic to her so she decided the whole idea of if I can’t have him

Unfaithful husband

Melissa had suspected her husband of being unfaithful to her for over a month. She sat in a coffee shop with her best friend Gina, discussing her problem.
"How do you know?" Gina asked her.
"It has to be true," replied Melissa. "At first I refused to believe it, but Vincent would go out on weekends for hours at a time and refuse to tell me were he'd been. Two nights every week, he'd arrive home late, saying he had to work late."
"Maybe he really was working late," Gina offered.
"Not a chance, Gina," Melissa stated. "I rang his work, when he said he was working late one time. His secretary told me, Vincent had already gone home an hour before."
"So what are you going to do?"

Svetlana and the girlfriend

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My Jewish Mistress

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The Girl Day

I saw them as soon as I walked into the house, two pair of Mary Jane shoes. One in classic black patent the other in red kid, sitting with the shoes on the dining room table was the small black purse. Standing at the table, all smiles were my mother, sister and my cousin. "Guess what we found in your room?" I knew what they had found; I was looking right at them. I decided to try a power play and said, "I really don’t know what you ladies found and I couldn’t care less." It seemed to work the girls became defensive and started to both talk at the same time. Male power I thought as I started to move by them and go to my room. Well it almost worked, mom didn’t buy it, and darn I was afraid of that. "Just a minute dear" she said, "we still want to know why you have these pretty things ". I was really stuck.

A Husband's life

He wore a pair of black velvet slacks, silver silk tee top and black one-band slides that showed off his bright red toenails. The dainty tea apron around his waist had started a mild revolt but she had silenced it with a look at his crotch. A look that could mean only one thing, more time in the device. "I know you hate the apron, but the girls really don’t like to see you trying to look macho." "And Mummy loves the apron, and you will be serving today!" She said all this with a smile as she clipped on the silver earrings and applied a touch of color to his lips. She stepped behind him to freshen the feminine bow of his dainty apron. She lifted the hem in front and placed her hand over his pubic area. She looked at him