Marta is James’ eager sex slave and slut. He told her he wanted to take her out to dinner, and that he wanted her to look like a slut. She went beyond what he had asked, and appeared naked except for high heels, a dress that was three inches too short, and a white fox tail that was attached to a butt plug, and hung down to her knees behind her. Plus her dog collar and wrist and ankle cuffs, of course. As a result of the s...

I had told her I wanted her to look like the slut she was when we went out to dinner, and she had promised me she would. It was still a shock when I saw her. She wore a lovely dress, with a flared skirt – that was about 3 inches too short! From where I was, sitting in the car, I could see her naked pussy flashing me from under the hem of her dress when she walked. I began to wonder if we were going to wind up in jail toni...

He pulled the t-shirt over my head and picked up the shorts I had been wearing, leaving me naked, standing in the corridor… Preparations: Marta When Sir finally allowed me to escape into my condo, I closed the door behind me, made sure it was locked, then collapsed against it. I was a mess. Being in the familiar surroundings of home made it all seem unreal, somehow. My body was still massively excited by masturbating in t...

The Slave Returns: Marta I was – once again – astonished by this man while he sobbed in my arms. I held him tightly, kept him deep inside me with my legs around his back, and smoothed his hair, whispering soothing words, and kissing him. This poor man. He was, by any account, extraordinary, and had overcome enormous obstacles to become the man he had. Yet, along the way, no one had ever loved him, or cared if he healed. I...

“So,” he said, looking me up and down, “the cheerleader wants to be my slut.” I stood still as he walked around me. “Hunh. I don’t think so.” **** He had a rep around school, and not in a good way. But it was in the way I wanted. The talk in the girls’ room was that he forced girls to do sick, perverted things, and laughed at them when they did. That he treated them like shit, expected them to kiss his ass, kiss his feet,...

A Week Later, in a Public Corridor The woman was stunningly beautiful. She was also completely helpless, stark naked, kneeling, bound, gagged, and blindfolded outside his front door, in a public hallway in his condo building, being humiliated by the dildo vibrating in her cunt, and the butt plug vibrating in her ass. She was trembling. Why she had chosen to be there like that was a strange story. But what had happened bef...

Night tube, buzzing with home-bound revellers.Raucous exuberance; too-loud talk; scents of sweat, stale alcohol. Young woman opposite,relaxed, inebriated,sexily braless in strappy low-cut top.Tube brakes sharply: she drops her water bottle.We both reach for it, almost bump heads;her strap slipsand one bare tit flops out.Time flash-freezes:pale boob just inches from my face;delicate blue veins on smooth skin;dimples round...

Having the kind of job where I could work from home during a pandemic seemed kind of nice... at first. I mean, I still had my job and all that, and that was very good. But the reality was that with many of the client businesses closed there was only so much customer service program maintenance to do. And as much as I hated those weekly progress meetings, Zoom just wasn’t the same for exchanging ideas and moving forward wi...

Chapter Fifty They say all good things must come to an end. That might be true, but sadly the same isn’t true of all bad. Although in hindsight the outcome was predictable, its beginning came from an entirely unexpected direction and at a time when everything else in my life seemed to be running smoothly. I should have known it was just the lull before the storm. I should have guessed that when the storm arrived, it would...

Click. “Now, put your right hand between your legs. No, on the chair. That’s it.” Click. “Throw your head back and push out your tits.” Click. Click “Lie back, open your legs and put your hand on your cunt. And look at the camera.” Click. Click. Click. “Insert your middle finger into your pussy.” Click. Click. Click. Click. I was enjoying this. Behind the camera, Sue smiled at me through the viewfinder. Then her smile dis...

San Luis Obispo is a perfect town, with perfect weather, friendly people and beautiful countryside on the central coast of California, halfway between L.A. and San Francisco. For a young man like me, recently freed from the army, being at college there was an amazing time, full of friends, activities, events and girls and without too much study. California in the mid-seventies was an era of free love when girls discovered...