A moment later we were falling back through time. We fell out not far from a farmhouse.
A man was standing on the porch; he looked close at me and nodded. "Aye, she's here, has been a few days."
Catherine came flying out of the house, nearly knocking me off my feet. The same feeling, felt like ants crawling over me, went into her, then back to me....

One: The Circle
The forest was too quiet, no birdsong, no wind. Just the breath of the trees and the dull hum of apprehension in the air.
She stood barefoot in the ritual circle, wrists chained to the carved standing stone behind her. The cold iron cuffs with scratchy rope bindings layered beneath them, just in case. As if they thought she might fight. The villagers had dragged her here at dusk with their faces masked in flower-petal paint, voices low with the kind of reverence that hides fear. No one...

The twentysomething's key missed the lock on the first two attempts. With his hand shaking, he glanced over his shoulder again at the police scattered around the motel's parking lot and walkways. That he'd been stopped before entering the motel had nearly caused him to freak out. However, he'd been granted permission to head toward his room after explaining that he'd been gone all day and was located on the ground floor, away from the crime scene. Only Deke Deason's nod to the police, stating he was a payin...

Chapter 70
On Thursday, after being milked three times by both Jennifer and Jenna before they went to work, after a couple of hours of watching television, there was a knock on the door. When I answered it, Alex was standing on the porch. "You didn't come over last night."
I responded, "No, I'm sorry."...

If you're just joining Belle's story, here's what you need to know:
Somewhere out past the dusty roads of 1990s Mississippi, far from curious neighbors or the safety of town, Billy's life was quietly stolen and replaced with someone new--Belle.
The change wasn't his choice, but over time, resistance gave way to survival, and survival began to feel a lot like desire. Now, Belle isn't just a pawn in her twisted neighbor Mr. Carver's game. She's learning to play along, using his obsession to carve out sm...

RED-HEADED WHITE SPECKLED OWL
Paul When I was young, adults called me an Oxymoron because I'm a Jock / Nerd. In high school, I played three sports: Baseball, Soccer, and Wrestling, plus being active in Mensa, Computer Science, the Library, and Accounting. My fellow teammates heard me being called oxymoron, and they knew I wasn't stupid, but they started calling me OX....

Phoenix Rising

With the start of the semester, Jade and I established a routine after our first week of unbridled sex and passion. Jade was a teaching assistant and taught three times a week beside carry a full load of graduate classes. I also had a campus job, working twenty hours each week on the university's newspaper as a photographer for both their print and online editions. Jade and I went to the recreation center to workout Monday, Wednesdays, and Fridays mornings. We met for lunch most days a...

The Kingdom of Yole needed a hero. I was supposed to be that hero.
Then why, pray tell, am I in bed with the fucking demon king?
He was muscular, with ash-gray skin and stupid, sexy draconic horns. Not lean, either--built like a bear. I wasn't small myself, but where I was taller, he was wider. And gods... his cock. How the hell was it so thick? Everything would have been fine, until he dropped that little truth bomb on me....

Below is part 5 of Angela's Apocalypse. A look at the plan that Callie and Joanie came up with to rescue those trapped by The Safety. Thank you for stopping by and I hope you like it!
All characters are mine. Everyone in sexual situations are over 18 years old.
Angela's Apocalypse: Callie & Joanie's Plan...

Hearing the words that Prateek uttered, Kishen's senses abruptly came to silencing halt.
"Did that guy just ask me if I enjoyed sniffing is mother's pantie?!?"
Kishen involuntarily glanced at everyone seated around him--Neethu, her husband Prateek bhai, his mother Geeta (whom everyone called GeetaMa), Manoj sir, and his wife Deepti....

The continuing adventures of Pam and Zach. I guess I'm obligated to state that all characters are 21 years of age or older. While embellished for literary purposes, events strikingly similar to these did actually happen.
It's Just a Handjob... Short & Sweet...
I woke up early and was sweaty all over, even though I had nothing on. We had gotten home late from a wedding reception, and apparently, neither of us had turned on the air conditioning before we went to bed. Even with the ceiling fan on, the be...

As soon as that word, "Inspection" was spoken, even before my conscious mind had fully heard and understood it, I was already moving. I brought my head off the floor, pushed down with my hands as I drew my legs up under me, and stood in one smooth, swift, and, dare I say, graceful, motion. Settling into a comfortable stance with my legs just more then shoulder width apart, and my hands clasped behind my neck, I stared straight ahead and waited for Her....

A dominant young woman and her boyfriend blackmail and sissify a fellow student at university after he was caught secretly recorded them having sex. Liam becomes more compliant and starts to participate in his own sissification.
Tags : transgender, BDSM, fetish, blackmail, gay, femdom, non consensual, sissification, feminisation....

It was a lazy Sunday afternoon and I was spending it the way that I usually did: thickly diapered and gaming alone in my dark room.
Suddenly, I heard the doorbell ring. The sound startled me slightly, causing my bladder to release an involuntary a dribble of pee into my already soaked diaper.
Who could that possibly be? I wondered. I lived alone and was basically a shut in. My neighbors had all but given up trying to befriend and socialize with the mysterious person who had recently moved in at the en...

Chapter 14
I stood for a while in the foyer, wondering what to do with myself. I continued to look out the window, tracing the spot where Karen had long since exited. Like a puppy, I hung by the doorway quietly whimpering as my owner disappeared.
Eventually, I went to the kitchen. I wasn't really hungry, but cooking and cleaning were my comfort zone....

"Well that's a kicker," I say into the telephone.
I nod and agree as I listen to the voice on the other end.
"Well on the plus side I have my weekend back and that's a bonus," I say pleased that I won't now be giving up my time for the conference.
It's Friday lunch time and I'm due to be leaving in a couple of hours for a conference. Travel over night, set up Saturday, test run Sunday and all ready to go for Monday. And now, something has happened, our team aren't going any more and I have my weeke...

A few words from Jayne, the author.
With the first two parts I explained how many of us change as we get older and wiser (?) and how that influences our attitude towards sex. In those two parts we looked at how many women, including me, who are deprived of the regular loving sex of the early days of a relationship use masturbation as a substitute. As we experiment with how we do that and develop new techniques as I explained I did, so many of us want more. For most it's probably too soon to break their m...

Her name was Tamara. She was born of slaves who were born of slaves, who were born of... for six generations. To say she was bred to slavery is an understatement. She was also bred for intelligence, beauty, and compliance.
On her second birthday, Tamara received her first status increase. She was now a viable slave. The second increase would take several years....

Cassie gazed unseeing out of the window as the taxi took her to the suburbs. She was trying to keep a lid on her nervous excitement, and she wondered to herself if she was being wise, running the arrangements through her head for the tenth time. And running the erotic possibilities through her head, too....

I was running 30 minutes late and I was so mad at myself. I knew that you would first be worried and then irritated. We had a standing date every Thursday from 4-7PM. For three hours, I would be your willing little submissive and you would be my unrelenting dom. We started the standing date about a month ago and it quickly became the highlight of my week. For those three hours I was able to fully let go of all the things rolling around my head and just be guided by you. To be late was unacceptable for both ...

Author's notes:
Just another tale of a wife deciding she needed to experience another man, in spite of the potential consequences.
I've received comments suggesting it can be difficult to determine who is narrating in my stories. I prefer to keep my stories more or less chronological rather than submit separate stories from each perspective. To help make this more easily understood, I've added the name of the narrator each time it changes. Please let me know in the comments if this helps or what might...

Maggie knocked on the door. No answer. She knocked harder and called, "Hello?" Claire had told her to come by when she was done with the recital, so she was surprised.
"Hey, Maggie!" The voice came from the side of the house. Maggie stepped off the porch and saw Claire's head above the fence. "Come on back," Claire said, opening the gate. "I didn't know when you'd be here, so I decided to catch some rays."...

Author's Note:

This story explores the first steps of power exchange between two women discovering just how much they want-and need-to give and take control.

At its core, it's about consent, trust, and the delicious tension between restraint and release. There's no pain in this one-only precision, permission, and the moment someone realises they like being watched... because it means they're the one in charge....

They told you to cross your legs.
I’m telling you to open them.
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They told you to cross your legs.
I’m telling you to open them.
They taught you how to pray.
I’m teaching you how to ride.
You didn’t come here for respect.
You came here to forget you ever deserved it.
---...

After the Awakening
This was after The Joy of Sex.
I already knew what my body could do.
Now I was learning what it could command.
It started with vampires.
Not the slick ones from TV or the melodramatic teenage heartthrobs that came later. These were Anne Rice's creations--drenched in velvet, speaking in riddles, moving through rooms like they'd been carved from silence....

Chapter Five - The week of punishment begins
I didn't know it yet, but the arrangement that Stephen made with Benjamin O'Reilly would last for nearly three years. And for all that time, you could say that I had two masters: My husband Stephen, who was my owner. And Benjamin, who was my boss in work, but who had special permission from Stephen to discipline me as he saw fit....

Cynthia Becomes Commandant Ch. 02
By Susan Greenway
[This story involves severe discipline and bodily functions, so if that is something you don't want to deal with, please read no further. All characters are well over 18.]
The Challenge of Disciplining and Honoring at the Same Time
Cynthia had enjoyed meeting 1LT Frederica Warner, who seemed to understand how to impose discipline with appropriate care. She dressed in her uniform and soon her secretary buzzed her to tell her that 1LT Jennifer ha...

Chapter Four
Rachel came round to find herself lying down on the floor all alone but she had barely and painfully managed to get back to her feet when the door to the work room opened and Miss Caine walked back in.
"I am glad to see that you are awake, Rachel, as the Hawkwoods have arrived. Kindly wait in the antechamber, my fitting room, through the far door there as I do like to reveal my designs in my own time," announced the woman, pointing to a door on the left-hand side of the room which almost ...

What I do to Elliot within this section, on the surface is admittedly mean. By this I mean it ranges beyond the sort of eroticised abuse all the rest of the storyline is defined by. I don't have it out for Elliot. Laughing. I am laughing because a couple of trolls, (weird pastime) have complained that what I have written is not loving enough, romantic enough, or in some other way, possessing sufficient warmth and sunshine. They claimed to want something more approaching a loving, romantic, femdom relationsh...

She never knew what to expect when she got home from work.
Her Master/boyfriend might meet her at the door with her slave collar, demand she strip and get on her knees to pleasure his cock. Or, more than once, lead her into their apartment on her hands and knees where he had a guest she'd never met. Usually submissive girls or boys he wanted to join them but occasionally a Dominant male....