Closing the door, I could sense he was behind me. He could see my slutty dress, ripped at the seam from the rough handling I had received. My lipstick smudged, and mascara running down my face.Turning to face him, I...

The Making Of Melissa (Part 6) – Melissa Makes Her Own Choice

"Melissa is given a choice by her Master. What should she choose as her next Fetish?"

Melissa started to ignore the Fetlife website after the scare of nearly being caught by her husband. She never realised that the only image that was posted there relating to her last escapade was of her in the shower with...

Every Time She Cheats

"It's a ritual that they both enjoy"

That look on her face as she enters the bedroom is a perfect picture.That sexy smile hides everything except what she wants to convey, and he lies there watching her peel off her black dress. Wearing only stockings and suspenders,...

The Making Of Melissa (Part 4) – Melissa Goes Back To School

"Melissa finds herself back at school but much different to when she was there first."

Melissa made it to the restaurant on time and sat at their usual table, albeit sixteen hours later than normal. She studied the menu as if it was all new to her, though she wasn’t reading it, she was thinking...

The Making Of Melissa (Part 3) – Melissa In Distress

"Melissa’s followers increase and now there’s someone new on the horizon."

It had only been two days since Melissa’s last outing when she heard from her so-called Master. It was a text message from a number she didn’t recognise. Obviously, he had changed phones since last week. She had taken to...

The Making Of Melissa (Part 1) – Melissa’s First Steps

"Melissa’s first steps into a new world. Nervous – yes; Up for it – certainly."

Melissa looked at the paint peeling from the doorframe; her clenched fist tightened as it was about to bang on the wooden door. She checked the number once more. It was number nine and this was Fleetwood Street. She had...

Silent Witness

"She watched him fuck his lover while she stared into his loving eyes."

By all accounts it was a normal Saturday evening; they had just finished dinner accompanied by a couple of glasses of wine and had retired to the lounge to watch television. Rebecca sat in the armchair and rested her phone...