Story: Featherlight touch

A female dominatrix “treats” her submissive to an orgasm.

“…She teased me; my balls tickled, my cock mercilessly excited as her feathers worked my horniness into desperate cries and squeals. I was there; I was where I hadn’t been for four weeks…”

Flash Fiction: The Party Girl

A pantied man picks up a broken-hearted lady at a nightclub.

“…Her cries echoed with the glass dildo, the vibrator made her breathless. She wanted me in my lace teddy for some of our play, my chastity cage and nightie for some more…”

Story: The key, the Pepsi and the chastity

A pornography shoot with a cum-eating, chastity-wearing man and a rather, wicked woman.

“….”He’s so big …” She cried loudly, more for the camera than for me. She glanced at my restrained cock, caged painfully in a clear plastic prison for her entertainment. His fierce grunts signified a barrage of cum being pumped into her pussy…..”

Story: Cucked!

She thought I’d leave her if she cheated. I signed my first submissive slave contract that day to renounce any claims of adultery. She met an acquaintance later that week, tied me to the chair to listen from another room as her anonymous lover fucked her wildly and noisily for what felt like hours. Her screams and cries, punctured by loud orgasms and desperate wails drove my imagination wild as my ears strained, anxious to hear every last detail from their tryst.

Birthday Release (Flash Fiction)

“Are we horny?” She needlessly asked, tracing her long finger from my forehead, down my nose and torso. A little flick of my cock made me squeal; I needed a couple of deep breaths as every touch swamped my senses with arousal.

Story: First time in chastity

“I don’t like the word but,” she snapped. “Remember what happened the last time you used it?”

“You paddled my butt until it was bright red and I cried.” She smiled as she recollected a particularly vicious weekend playing with my soft bits and sighed. “However, I have done all the cooking, cleaning, washing, ironing, everything you’ve asked, so I beg you to release me.”

Story: Caged!

Grown men don’t cry, do they? They do. And I am crying. I am crying, begging and pleading for the agony to stop; wishing and desperately hoping that she will yield and show mercy to me, but I know my cause is hopeless. She will not submit to my pitiful cries and deep down, I …

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Wicked Wednesday: Teasing!

Her fingers lightly traced the chest of the restrained man, dressed in just his white boxer shorts, as his breathing strained. “You’re thinking about it,” she whispered in her seductive voice, straightening his blindfold and laying on the bed beside him. “I bet you’re thinking what would happen if I moved my finger.” He gulped …

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