I was driving home having just dropped Karen and John at their house. I had loved the experience of spending the day baring it all with my slut and her cuckold husband. I had a semi erection the entire ride home from the beach. Karen had practically begged me to stay the night. I needed to get a good nights rest as I was tired from the sun. John had been a welcomed addition to the experience. Karen would not yet admit it but she came harder than Id ever seen her having her husband there watching. I pulled into my driveway after the short drive and looked down at…

I recall the exact moment when I realised that my friend John’s girlfriend, who’s name is Emma, had fantastic, sexy little feet. We were out shopping; we being myself, Jim Hodges and a few others. Those being John, Emma and my girlfriend at the time, Joanna. Joanna and I finished that very night to be honest, but she’s not really an integral part of the story anyway. But back to the moment in question. We were in a shoe shop as Emma had decided suddenly that she didn’t have enough shoes and she needed more. After ten or so minutes of tirelessly searching through the shop, checking out every single…

She finished in the shower ahead of me and was in the bedroom when I crossed the hall after drying off. She’d lit a couple of candles, suggesting she was in a romantic mood. She was standing in front of her dresser, one topped with a large mirror. She was just opening the bottom drawer to find a clean nightgown to wear to bed when came up behind her silently and put my hands on her hips. She made eye contact with me in the mirror and smiled. I pulled off the towel I had wrapped around me and let it drop to the floor. “What are you thinking?” she…

If anyone knew of my wife for what she was and the life she was living, they might be confused at the least. Perhaps they would have rejected her, and us in general. For her life, at the tender age of 24, was at my mercy. For she, Annie Wilson to the outside world, was an unperson at home. At any time, she was what I fancied her to be. Not Annie; she was not that at home. She was not a submissive, but a slave. A slave does not have a name if not given one. A slave is a bitch, a cunt, a slut, a fucktoy or whatever…

Author’s note: All story elements contained herein are fiction and for fantasy purposes, remember to obey all legal and consent laws in real life, thank you and have a nice day. ***** Ophelia had a secret. The secret was, she’d used to have a Daddy. Now that she was married, none of that seemed to matter until the night he’d started talking to her again. She spent a great deal of time alone but something about the idea of her Daddy talking to her was darkly thrilling. It came back to Ophelia all the times she’d been more than happy to be tied up and thrown around, used on a…

We met on-line and exchanged a few messages. He wanted to meet for coffee, which I was totally cool with. He explained they were long term, switch couple and he had a fantasy of being cucked and whatever that might entail but most of all he wanted to be dressed in a French maid costume and used by a bull and humiliated. His job was to vet potential playmates for her and I passed the test. He was late forties, shaved head, handsome, I would suppose you’d say, clean cut, tall, 6’2 and in pretty decent shape with a large chest and shoulders. We agreed on using fake names and…

(Authoress’s note: of course all disclaimers are still in place regarding characters etc. This particular episode is very XXX with pee scenes etc. However, I do know many parts of my stories will not appeal to all of you. I only wish there is enough to make each of you happy. To those who have given me constructive criticisms as well as those with praise thanks. Lauren Westley. * A bubble bath is one of the truly feminine moments one can have privately. I luxuriated in the hot water cleansing all my earlier sins. When I lifted my leg out of the bubbles I noticed how very feminine the curves…

Copyright Oggbashan May 2001/June 2002 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. * * * * * * THE SILVERBRIDGE CHRONICLES Episode 1 LISA TRAINS THOMAS I struggled in my bonds. I berated myself for falling into one of Lisa’s traps again. I’d walked into it blindly and now I couldn’t see a thing. I was entangled in her clothing, muffled, helpless and totally controlled by her. What frustrated me even more was…

This story is connected to, and subsequent to My Cousin My Keeper Ch. 01. As I tried to craft the second part of the story, I realized that I really didn’t like the fact that I had compiled the first part from Elizabeth’s point of view and felt somewhat hindered by trying to continue the story from her point of view exclusively. So I decided that for part two I would write from a male, another cousin of Maria, and brother of Elizabeth’s point of view. The stories will ideally have some loose connection between the two of them, but will become fully connected with the third part which will…

Jackie and I left the little local lounge. It was too small and there were too many people who she knew that would overhear our conversation. She asked if my house had an outdoor porch. It did, so she said she wouldn’t mind sitting there instead of on the boardwalk. As we walked the ten or so blocks to get there we chatted about random stuff in our lives. The conversation had fallen away from the topic of feet while we were in the lounge and that was fine with me. I already knew that I really wanted to know her better, and really wanted to be close to her.…