The casino floor had gone hushed, the usual clack of chips and low trash talk replaced by the distant roar from the Blow Job Race upstairs. The poker table sat abandoned, cards scattered like dropped leaves. Only Pat and Lily...

The Night Of The Party

"The night begins with a humiliating task in front of friends before descending into a full-blown orgy whilst I can only look on."

I felt the weight of the evening pressing down on me from the start, the air in our spacious suburban home thick with the scent of gourmet food—truffle sauce mingling with the sharp tang of fine red wine—and the subtle...

Major Elaine “Chaste” Garcia Pt. 10

"Wining and dining the submissive officer, out of uniform"

Rain hammered against the floor-to-ceiling windows. The water droplets filtering Arlington's lights across the Potomac turned them into a kaleidoscope of gold and crimson bokeh. On the other side of the glass, two women sat in intimate seclusion, basking in...

The Cuckold Casino 4

"Holding The Low Nuts"

Pat's knuckles went white around his cards. Seven-deuce offsuit. Garbage hand, but he couldn't fold—not yet. Not with John settling into his chair like he owned the place, cologne thick enough to taste. The same cologne that was probably still...

The Cuckold Casino 3

"The Cuck's Ante"

The camera feed held steady as Laura sauntered out of frame, her hips swinging with the kind of confidence that made Pat’s teeth ache. No backward glance. No dramatic exit. Just gone.The bull stayed. His gold tooth caught the light...

The Cuckold Casino 2

"The Cuck's Edge"

The rest of Mistress V’s spiel had been the usual—safewords, security, and where to find the servants’ stairways if they didn’t want to risk running into Bulls. Logistics. Venue rules. The kind of things that blurred into white noise when...