"Lisa helps Will better understand Shakespeare's poetry."
“And that will be all for today guys.” Lisa addressed the group of students cheerfully, making sure to smile and nod at each one reassuringly.“Make she you look over the poems we discussed, especially you Dagon.” She awkwardly smiled at...
"A very explicit fantasy world were men are dominant and girls are happy, obeying toys."
The sun was shining on Naidja’s half naked body and heated her nicely. She was wearing a short white tunic made out of sheer fabric, that barely covered her butt and supported her tits to be pushed up and squeezed...
"I pretend to be the cleaner and watch my husband seduce and enslave his latest conquest."
"I think this skirt is too short. No-one would wear this as their uniform." My husband steps up behind me, his strong hands on my hips. He looks into the mirror over my shoulder and I feel the gaze of...
"Continuation of my journey into submission"
Touch football had been left behind, my life now consumed with academic studies, and learning about myself as well as Barb; her likes, her dislikes, and of course her hot buttons. She was particularly fond of Friday nights in my...
"My introduction to the world of dominant females"
As I get older I tend to reflect on my past. How I got to where I am and those people who contributed along the way. One of the things that I tend to dwell on is my sexual journey...
"Mistress uses her slave to educate two husbands."
"What does it mean?" Jim asks."What does what mean?" Moll answers."Your profile says you are owned. What does it mean to be owned?""It means I obey my owner. In my case only in sexual matters, for others perhaps more.""Suppose I...
"Saturday night ends in a way DeAnn never would have expected"
The door opened and, as we both knelt, I saw Robert, Master of the Mansion, sitting naked on the edge of his bed. He was facing us and holding up what looked like a cocktail. He raised his glass toward...
"Melissa had really been a good girl all day! But that’s not what she told her husband."
It had been a long day. A tiresome and exhausted Melissa had arrived home from her nine to five job as a social services manager. Her day normally involved organising; organising people, places and clients. That’s what they called them...
"On the way home, Jill was hoping for a loving husband. That was not to be."
Please read the first part of this story to understand why Jill was returning home. Outside the hotel I got into ataxi and flopped on the back seat. In a sense I was glad to be hidden from all the...
"Jill was told she was his for the night. Things didn’t quite turn out that way though!"
So here I was, I had arranged to meet someone at the hotel while my husband actively encouraged it. Well, it wasn’t so much that I had arranged it, my husband had. I was encouraged to meet this guy called...