Domination and submission - Page 13

= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content

I've been married to my wife for 7 years now and we have an interesting sex life. It's not a normal marriage in any sort of way. 24 hours a day I am her slave and do everything she asks of me

The next day in class, Nicole wouldn’t even look at me. Worst of all, rumors spread through school like a wildfire. I overheard several conversations about her after English class. They called her a tranny, shemale and a slew of other transphobic slurs

Before you read this story please understand if you have any comments. you can pm me. many thanks. Jill walked into what felt like a normal day at the office; the office surroundings gave no indication that it was the last day of work before the Christmas break

The Slut Tamer I had been in the swinging lifestyle for a few years and had met with three or four couples. One couple and I really hit it off and we became friends. I still go over and play with her once in a while

For a long time I was really confused about what I wanted since I'm only 20 and hadn't much experience with these things. I knew I was submissive, but I'm also pouty and like to be treated like a little princess

Peaches stood in front of the assembled officers and Ministers, naked except for her neat cuffs and the hobble chain that connected her high heels together, forcing her to take tiny, careful steps. Her ball gag rested on her drool-covered breasts

It started so innocently. Or did it. If a neutral outside party looked in at this story now they would probably see a plan being hatched by one party right from the start. A master plan to be rescued from a relationship. We will change all the names to protect the innocent

Domination Inc. “It's looking good babe,” said Bianca, surveying the new playroom. Padded St Andrews cross, whipping bench, bondage bed, cage, Queening throne and a custom build suspension rig dominating the far end of what used to be the living room

Chapter 7 Friday came, and before I knew it I was getting ready for my 3 o’clock appointment. I took a shower and groomed myself a bit, brushed my teeth, put on some makeup and did my hair

The skype calling chime rang from the laptop. Margo hurried over and clicked the "accept call" button. On screen was her son, Steven, smiling despite clearly being exhausted. "Hi mom! How's it going?" he asked. "Steven! Were you away?" Margo asked. "I had no idea

And I was happy to oblige you. First, I carefully covered your eyes with a silk blindfold, tying it securely behind your head and leaving you in the dark, still with no idea of my intentions. Next, I helped you take off your clothing

Cynthia started menstruating a few days ago. So I was in the clear, for a little while longer at least. After her period we didn't get anytime alone before she got a really bad flu. Aida wasn't even allowed to see her. Cynthia was basically quarantined

Robin bit his lip as he stood shivering in the cold, clutching his pen and sketch pad close to his chest. He’d been stood out in the cold for over an hour alone, stood tight to the securities metal railing to ensure he would have the absolute best spot

London. So beautiful at night. I stood staring out my hotel room window at the magnificent view. From here I could see Big Ben. It was stunning. My dad was in his hotel room down the hall. He had planned this "daddy/daughter" trip to London in an effort to keep me his "little girl"