Power over men Stories

The Queen singled me out from the rubble of girls that she had carried off from what was now a smouldering ruin, but used to be the, visually at least, resplendent city-state of Amberstrat. I didn't stand out from the rest, except perhaps in looking even more rugged. I was just the first to raise my hand when she asked if any among us knew how to read and write. I regretted my initiative as soon as my hand went up and her...

At last, my wife's opportunity to explore her exhibitionist leanings. The beach; quiet. Just us and the young hunk sitting behind us. Sunglasses. "Is he looking?" she wonders. Nonchalantly removing her bikini top, she casually strokes her tits. His member stirs. Her nipples stiffen. She turns her back on him and slowly - very slowly - eases the bottoms downwards to her ankles, glances through her knees which tremble at fi...