The Caliph’s Dancer
He looked like a caliph, straight out of the movies, seated on a pile of pillows and furs. He wore a black silken robe, belted with a royal purple sash that held a jeweled dagger. Close to his right hand, on a golden pillow, like a lethal snake lay a coiled, leather drover”s whip.
At his left was another man, wearing a burnoose and robe. He protectively clutched a drawstring bag that bulged bumpily and clinked when he moved it. His eyes were narrow, rat-like in his angular face. He nodded slightly, touching his fingertips to his forehead in respect. › Continue reading
The Beach
I love the beach. I love everything about it, especially the smell. It feels renewing to me the way the water washes over the sand, cleansing and adding life to what would otherwise be only dust.
I’ve been coming to this beach for nearly a year, and am far more taken with this view and atmosphere than any other I’ve seen before. I come here to feel alive, and to search myself. I see a cute, little cat scouring the water’s edge for scraps or a remnant of the day’s festivities that’s been washed up onto the blue-gray, moonlit sand, but even it does not disturb the night’s peace. No one stirs at the hour that I come, it’s only me and my thoughts…and my glorious beach. › Continue reading
The Baroness’ Seat of Learning Ch. 07
The next morning, Matilda’s nether parts were still incredibly sore. The poor woman stumbled down to get her breakfast and then made her way back to her room. While Matilda had lost enough weight so that she didn’t waddle anymore, her holes still stung enough that walking was uncomfortable.
When she got back to her room, Matilda ate her cereal and then tried to figure out how she would get through the next evening. The baroness prayed that no one would deserve a reward this time. Her anal tract still hurt terribly. It was stretched out and sore, and all raw inside. It was going to be bad enough getting that broomstick up there. Matilda didn’t think she would be able to take it if another man shoved his penis in there and started plowing in and out of it again. Before last night, Matilda had despised sucking on a penis. Now, if Frederick would let her put some guy’s thing in her mouth instead of up her butt, she would jump at the opportunity. › Continue reading
Surrender
The minute he stepped into the room a slow and aching fear began to spread across his back and settle into his shoulders. In one quick glance he could tell his entrance was a mistake, but it was far too late to turn back. The room was a perfect cube, four rust stained walls, a window covered with a thick layer of dark brown filth, one solitary light bulb hanging from a mass of wires in the center, dangling forebodingly over a plain musty mattress. The fear that had originally washed over him moved like pin-pricks to the pit of his stomach and settled there, making him feel queasy. › Continue reading
Slave Elizabeth
Elizabeth sat on the couch, dressed in a robe of fine black silk, She was nude beneath it, Her womanly curves; full, firm breasts with nipples the size of fifty-cent pieces, and the color of dusty rose. Hips, slightly wide, but made for a man’s thrust. Her cunt, shaved bare to always allow Him to see her excitement, when serving him. Her long, blonde curly hair was pulled up in a tight ponytail. Her fine chiseled face, and bright green eyes, were highlighted with just a hint of blush, and mascara. › Continue reading
Shopping Ch. 01
*Chapter 1: The Toy Store*
As a reward for getting shape, losing weight and, ultimately, hitting my goal weight, my Master rewarded me with a trip to Las Vegas to party. Always petite, I had reclaimed my former curves and was very proud to once again measure 36-27-36 on my 5′2″ frame. At 5′10″, Sire had always had a considerable size advantage on me. But what most people notice when they see us together is the contrast of our skin tones - my very pale skin and blue eyes compare to His beautiful chocolate-colored skin and intense brown eyes. Because of His size, commanding demeanor, and impeccable wardrobe, He is often mistaken for someone famous. To express His pride in my accomplishments, Sire had arranged a wonderful stay in a suite at the Venetian and purchased tickets to some amazing shows. We were in the middle of a fantastic four days. That day after lunch, He decided we would do some shopping. › Continue reading
Slave Boy
I had just stepped out of the shower, anticipating some good sex to soon follow. After trimming my pubes and putting on my cologne, I headed for the door. I stopped to check myself in the mirror when the lights went out. I reached for the light switch and discovered it was covered by a feminine hand with long fingernails and partially clad in leather.
A deep commanding voice penetrated the crack in the door.
“You wont want any lights on slave. You don’t want to see what is happening to you. No back up to the counter and put your hands at your side.” › Continue reading
Sally’s Lesson
This is the story of my wife’s initiation to the bored housewives club.
My wife Sally had been telling me for ages how she wanted to earn some extra money but had lost all of her confidence since leaving work 14 years ago to start a family. Being the supportive “new man” I would look through the local ads and suggest some to her knowing full well she had no real intention of getting back to work. This would normally annoy her and more than likely get me the silent treatment for the rest of the day, so I soon used this to my advantage when I wanted some peace and quiet. › Continue reading
Role Reversal
A few months ago, I had my friend Alex over to help me break in a couple of slaves. He is a big, sensual Dom who, although he can be very rough, can also be very gentle. As we enjoyed our slut-girls, he made it somewhat clear that he wanted to use me as a sub sometime. I felt strangely drawn to him and couldn’t stop thinking about his offer. He really turned me on and thoughts of being bound and made to service him constantly haunted my thoughts and dreams. I had never shown a submissive side, but somehow he was making me more and more curious to explore that. › Continue reading
Proving My Loyalty Ch. 02
“This isn’t all there is. Before the night is through you will prove to Me how far you are willing to go, baby!”
Just what could Sir mean by this?
As we stood under the glow of the neon sign reading Purple Lotus Tattoos, Sir handed me a slip of paper and spoke these last few phrases. “These are your instructions, cunt. Do not read them until I have driven away. Nod your head if you understand Me.”
With a simple nod from me, Sir got into His car and drove down the street. He left me there all alone with nothing but my thoughts and determination to make Him happy. › Continue reading
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