Tim stood in the steamy bathroom, the mirror fogged over, his heart pounding as the warm water cascaded over his newly smooth skin. The cream had worked its magic, leaving his chest, legs, and arms completely bare, but it wasn’t just the physical transformation that had him trembling. It was her—Rebecca. She was behind all of this. He could practically hear her teasing voice in his mind, reminding him of the control she h...

Nineteen-year-old Tim was at his best friend Mark's house. The familiar comfort of the place put him at ease. They were in the living room, video games running in the background as they talked about nothing in particular. The late afternoon sunlight filtered through the windows, casting a warm glow across the room. As they played, Tim heard footsteps coming down the stairs, and his heart skipped a beat. He knew who it was...

It had been three weeks since Lucas had spent a tantalizing twenty-four hours as Klara’s rubber puppy, and he remained locked in the steel chastity belt she had placed on him. Every step he took sent a sharp ache through his balls, a constant reminder of how full and strained he felt. The steel belt pressed against him relentlessly, amplifying his frustration and desire. He was engulfed by an almost unbearable level of ho...

Thida strutted onto the tennis court with an air of dominance that turned heads and silenced conversations. Her outfit was a tantalizing blend of power and seduction: a tight, black leather skirt that hugged her hips and flared just enough to tease with every movement, and a white top that strained to contain her ample breasts, the fabric clinging to her skin, highlighting every curve. She was the embodiment of sexual con...

Halloween always sparked a playful fire in the Whyte household, where Charlene relished the chance to shed inhibitions and explore her deepest desires behind the mask of costumes and anonymity. As a statuesque, fit blonde who drew attention effortlessly, she found herself craving more excitement from her relationship with her husband, Mark. Charlene and Mark were both alpha personalities, constantly vying for control in t...

John’s days had fallen into a monotonous routine since he lost his job. Hours slipped by as he browsed the internet, seeking solace in its anonymous embrace. Meanwhile, Emily, his wife, thrived in her new senior executive role, often working late and attending social functions with colleagues. Their once-close relationship was strained, and John’s feelings of inadequacy grew with each passing day. One afternoon, while Emi...

As I strode through the bustling office, I could feel the admiring glances following me, the envy simmering in the air. My auburn hair cascaded down my back, a wave of fiery allure that commanded attention. With each step, confidence radiated from me, emphasized by the tight embrace of my black dress, accentuating every curve. As the new department head, I exuded authority effortlessly, a fact not lost on anyone in the of...

The past is not a foreign country, as Hartley had it, but something visceral, real, and alive in us all. Our past permeates the deepest reaches of our subconscious minds, shaping our responses, informing our attitudes, and influencing our relationships, often in ways we do not realise and can barely comprehend. For those with a virtuous past, the rewards are paid down over time. To them comes restful sleep, trusting, fulf...

With all that had happened, I had all but forgotten how Cheryl’s day had started but as I started to anticipate her return at the end of her work day, it came back to me. Given how little sleep she’d gotten and how hung over she looked when she left, I had a feeling that she would come home exhausted. As soon as I got out of the shower and dressed, I set to work making things ready for an easy landing home for her. As I b...