Domination/submission

I waited for her in the hotel room trying to steel my nerves. We have done this before but this time I had a plan, and we had made arrangements ahead of time. “Calm yourself old boy, can't get carried away. This time is going to count.” A small knock on the door wakes me from my thoughts. I open the door and I’m greeted by that smile that anyone would call innocent but I know better. “I’m glad you came.” I say as she enters with that confidence as if this were her own room at home. “I almost didn’t”...

I always knew there was something different about me. When I was younger I remember reading history and not quite getting what was so bad about being a slave. Not having slaves, mind, but being one didn't seem like it was too terrible. I realized as I got older that it was more complicated than just serving someone else, and the public part of me felt guilty about this, while the private part of me still got warm and excited by the idea of having no control over my own life anymore. So I guess it shouldn't come as a surprise...

I am a single mom of only 31 years. I had my son when I was young making him an 18 year old man now. Being single, times were tough for us, I had to work two jobs mostly to support us in even the worst conditions. We lived paycheck to pay check until one fateful day I received a letter from my great aunts lawyer. My great aunt had unfortunately passed away in her sleep only a week before. I was being contacted in order to collect an inheritance that my aunt had put aside for me. I was thunderstruck...

Angel, age 17, would be returning for her date with her current boyfriend. She wore a white blouse, black mini skirt and heels to give her the slight seductiveness. Under her top she wore only a thin white lace bra with matching panties under her skirt. This outfit amplified her slender body, she was sure that she would have got some tonight. As she returned home, untouched, she headed towards her room before being stopped by her father. “The boys you date…such weaklings.” He stopped her in the hallway in the middle of the night catching her coming home from the...

He woke up unable to move his arms; he could feel the restraints around his upper arms and wrists. Moving them forward, he was unable to get them above his waist. Gauging from the lack of feeling in them he‘d been bound and in that position for a while. The ground was cool beneath him, no doubt a tile floor as he could feel the grout indents in his arm. Struggling up to a sitting position, he couldn't open his eyes and realized he was blindfolded. The heart in his chest beat a little more rapidly at the predicament he was...

The speakers in the departure lounge crackled followed by the usual “Ping pong” and an automated voice announced that the flight to Sydney was now boarding. “Here we go” Rosa thought. She bent down and put the iPad into her carry-on holdall and zipped it up. She then stood up and joined the queue at the boarding gate. She found herself standing behind a tall man with broad shoulders and slim hips. She couldn’t help but look down and was rewarded by the sight of tight trousers framing shapely buttocks. She continued watching as the queue shuffled forwards and he bent...

It was early evening in mid May and a warm spring breeze flowed through Trevor's bedroom window. His favorite rock station blared from the speakers and subwoofer of his desktop computer. He lounged in a beanbag, blasting his friends to smithereens and getting obliterated in turn as they enjoyed a deathmatch session before dinner. Trevor knew he would need to wrap it up soon. He could smell the Mexican seasoning, sizzling meat and the salsa emanating from downstairs. It was taco night in the Marshall household and all was right with the world. Trevor was in that special time and place...

Due to spammers and other idiots, the comment section has been restricted to members only. You may also PM any comments to me. Lucky Mann This story has been edited to meet the new rules. Training a Young Slave Master Jim was 30-years-old, stood 5'10, and weighed a fit 190 pounds. His wife, Mistress Dora was 28-years-old, 5'7, 125 pounds, with dark brown shoulder length hair, and a nice C-cup rack of tits she enjoyed showing off. All and all they were a typical appearing young couple. A couple who happened to enjoyed training and keeping young slaves. As their titles...

WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life. All characters involved in sexual activity in this story are over the age of 18. If you are under the age or 18 or do not understand the difference between fantasy and reality or if you reside in any state, province, nation, or tribal...

Rave was a stern-looking girl. Her long soft purple locks fell into her face due to the cold wind outside, which made her pale skin stand out even more. She wore a large white sweater with sexy black stockings underneath, topping it off with black dr martins and a backpack with decorative devil's wings. Her perky nipples were showing through the knitted fabric, and you could even see the soft pink colour of them. She wasn't wearing a bra like always, as she never succeeded in finding a comfertable G cup one. She had her hands tugged away in her coat...