* Angel wore a glamorous full-length black leather dress with a split skirt in front, which revealed her delicious legs to above mid thigh. For shoes she wore classic four-inch black leather pumps. Angel's medium Afro hair-do acted like a halo and gave her the appearance of an African Angel. Yet the wicked looking leather riding crop that she held in her right hand shouted she was no angel. No, my African Goddess wasn't an angel she was my 21 year old Black Mistress. Sweet Suze looked terrified as she demanded, "Who ... who the hell is this." Suze grabbed her elegant black dress and stumbled awkwardly to her feet trying to use her dress to conceal her nudity. Angel bolted quickly towards the frightened Suze and backhanded her hard across the ... Read More»

* After finally falling asleep in complete exhaustion on Friday night, I wake up to a dull ache in my wrists, whimpering softly in my sleep as I struggle against the cuffs. The reason I've been struggling so hard is beyond me until you flick your tongue lazily over my exposed clit again. Still half in the fog of sleep I drag my eyes open and glance down at you as you rub your thumb lightly over it, looking up at me as I wake, 'Morning Fuckslave, better mind your wrists there, you've been pulling quite a while' I look up at my wrists which are indeed quite raw, and try to reposition myself so they don't get rubbed so much. I'm doing quite well holding still against the onslaught of sensation until you reach over to get my vibe, holding it straight in front ... Read More»

Stefanie and I had been going out for a few months, and she had been telling me over and over and over again -- you know how women get -- about one of her long time fantasies: having sex with a man in uniform. We had used that specific role-playing fantasy a lot during our sexual escapades, with me getting handcuffed after getting strip-searched -- although I think they do it the other way around at the station. In fact, I'm pretty darn sure of it. That was kind of a switch for me, since normally I'm the one handcuffing people. I work for a police department here in Massachusetts. I met her through her dad, who formerly worked for the Sheriff's Office. If he knew his little girl was using my city-issue cuffs on me, well, I really don't want to think about ... Read More»

Rachel stretched lazily on the lounge chair and shifted so the sun could kiss other areas of her body previously shadowed. It was a perfect day in May and after a whole week of work, she felt she needed a day just to unwind and enjoy herself. She finished reading a trashy romance novel, her dark sunglasses giving relief from the bright glare of the sun. She normally didn't read these kinds of novels, but she just wanted to let her brain relax and enjoy the sensuality of the hero and damsel in distress. It was the usual story line of damsel being rescued, and promptly hating Hero because she did not think she needed rescued, then when Hero was tired of being pushed away, fell into another's arms. Suddenly damsel realizes how much she loves him, and she spends ... Read More»

You said you would do anything at all to return. Your punishment for breaking the submission will be in 2 parts. Very humiliating and very painful. Are you ready to pay such a high price? Frankie hadn’t expected to hear from him ever again. She’d tried to make it right, offered to do anything to try and make it up to him, but he’d said it was impossible. She’d had no choice but to accept it. Now he was offering her a chance to return, to redeem herself – but as his slave this time, not just a submissive. Could she take it as a slave, owned property with no choice and no limits? She didn’t know, but she knew she would try. No one else, it seemed, could give her so much pleasure or inflict so much pain as he. How she wished it wasn’t so. She picked her phone up ... Read More»

It was fairly easy to seduce Jennifer. She was one of those women with a beautiful face but about twenty extra pounds that made her lose all of her self-confidence. She was beautiful, busty and a little easy. We worked together in the same office, so a little additional attention during the day and some casual flirting easily led to some drinks after office hours and then a casual fuck in her apartment. She was drunk the first time I got inside her pussy. Not so drunk she was sloppy and stupid, but drunk enough she had that guilty look on her face the next day. She told me she felt bad that we had sex because I was married and she wasn’t. She said didn’t want to be the cause of the breakup of my marriage. I laughed and told her that after she and I had ... Read More»

Feeling my hand and feet being release drug me from a deep sleep. Opening my eyes I watched him as he slid a hand behind my back helping me sit up. "Enjoyed your sleep did you slut?" "Yes sir," my mind was still a little fuzzy but it did surprise me as he was acting nice all of a sudden. He help me turn so my legs were dangling off the table, "Lean back on your arms for a minute girl" as I did he reached down spreading my lips and pressed something against me before placing a close pen on my lips holding whatever it was against my clit. "Oh please take it off, it hurts." He look straight in my eyes "No bitch. Now do you want a shower and some food or do you want to begin your lessons again?" My eyes open wider in fear, "Please may I take a shower Sir?" He helps ... Read More»

He stood and crossed the room. I knelt, still facing his chair, unable to see him. Though I knew what he was bringing over. When I had retrieved the rope for him earlier, I noticed a large duffle bag sitting next to the table. I could hear him now, lifting the bag while whatever surprises lay inside clanged together. He stood behind me and stroked my hair, before taking a comb through it and working out the knots he had created earlier. He tied a ponytail at the base of my neck and then braided the rest. Quite suddenly my head was jerked backwards, but he wasn't touching my hair. I looked up at him, and he smiled devilishly. In his hand was a long rope that he had worked into my braid. I felt a bit of panic at first, but when he gently caressed my cheek, I ... Read More»

In a way Larry couldn't believe his luck. He was being considered as Writing Center director, and they even sent to this conference, an internationally based one, but right next door. That meant one thing to him, three days of freedom with an expense account. And plenty of nearby coffeehouses to explore new baristas, his latest set of conquest material for his manic stream of women. In his St. Paul apartment he had a map of the world with pins, one for each country containing a woman he had fucked, or as he preferred seduced. Baristas at least in Minnesota seemed to often be from eastern European and Middle eastern countries. His map in these areas was definitely filling up. Many came here on student visas looking for husbands. It was his mania driven need to ... Read More»

As he walked into the school he felt his anger rising. The new headmistress had only been there for three days and now his son was suspended! Alright, so he had split the other lads lip but they were teenagers, it was only natural to fight at that age. It was hardly his fault that the other lad was a wimp who could not defend himself. He walked quickly along the echoing corridors, past empty classrooms, to the headmistresses study. He grabbed the door handle and wrenched the door open. "Knock before you enter!" He stopped in his tracks and then backed out of the room. It was only once he was outside of the door again that he cursed his reflex and wondered what the hell he was doing. He knocked at the door harder than necessary. "Come!" He entered the ... Read More»

She heard his voice calling her. His deep growl echoed in her ears as he demanded her presence. He'd been gone for months now. His homecoming celebrated. She had yet to be alone with him and part of her feared her first encounter with him after so long. It was always the same. He came home, held court begrudgingly then summoned his wife to his side. Normally, she stood beside him always at his right hand. Today, she was tired and mad, taking a stand against her husband. He called again. She stood patiently at a window in her room. Her arms folded across her chest. The only thing she wasn't sure of was whether or not he'd come for her himself. Some days he caved. Others he fought back. The knock on her door told her he'd be fighting back. Had he come ... Read More»

I've written this story from the point of view of a married woman. For the record, I am a middle aged married man who likes to write porn stories in my spare time. This is my first attempt at writing in the first person perspective, so I hope to see lots of feedback and none of that bullshit spam trolling. Please, if you take the time to read the whole story, take a second to rate it and tell me what was good or bad about it. It is your feedback that pushes me to write more. So anyway, enjoy the story. How I Became a Lesbian Slave They say hindsight is 20/20, and I found out the hard way that they (whoever ‘they’ are) are one hundred percent correct. If only I knew what kind of a person my neighbor was before I became friendly with her, I could have saved ... Read More»

I suppose it had something to do with the fact that I am a cop, but somehow every woman I met seemed to think I was into bondage. It must be the cuffs, the uniform, and the billy club. I guess they all scream, "He's kinky. He loves bondage." Well, in my case, though not all cops are into it, they would be right. My current lady love is another cop. She is actually my partner on the job as well as off and let me tell you I am one lucky man. Samantha, "Sammie," is the perfect partner. The perfect by the book partner is definitely not how I would describe her. Quite frankly she has gone before the review board a few times for excessive force charges, but, Hell, if someone is watching my back I don't want some completely p.c. asshole to be the ... Read More»

i glare at Him a bit because the only man i have ever begged for anything from was my Master. Now this Lord who i didn't know expected to simply take over being my Master. Worse yet He was making me beg. i growled at the thoughts in my head, but what i really wanted and needed right now was release. His cock in me had me on set my body on fire. i knew that it was consuming me and i desired end result. i wet my lips and tried to find my voice. i was not sure of what i would say but i was going to go with the respect and decorum i have been trained to give. A part of me was curious about this Lord, but if i was to make it back to my Master i was going to have to play along for now. "Please M'Lord let me cum for You. Allow this humble beast to show You ... Read More»

Morning I heard my phone buzz on the nightstand indicating an incoming text. I looked at the clock. It was 5:30 a.m. My wife was still sl**ping above me in her bed. As usual, I lay on the floor on my simple pallet. I knew who the text was from. Nobody but our owner would text before six in the morning. The only question was who did he want, me or her? Sighing I reached over and grabbed the phone. The green text box glowed in the darkness. “Cumball for her. I leave at 7” So there it was. I rose quietly, but my wife stirred when my leash clinked slightly as I unhitched myself from the bed rail. “What is it?” she said. "Master texted. Cumball for you this morning, Ma’am." "Oh God," she said in a disgusted tone. "Hurry up. I have a thing at 8:30. Do a ... Read More»