Slave Del Muerto was aching for days. Doing his chores and Keeping his Mistress’s affairs in order. She’d ordered five new Slave Dolls and it was his job to make their schedules. Arrange their lodgings and get them up in time for training every day, dressed and cleaned to Mistress’s expectations. As well as keep everything tidy about himself. And honor the one rule. No climaxing without permission. Wet dreams were not in...

After a warm bath, she decided to take a breath of tranquil air. To sit in front of the buzzing television and drink a coffee. It was five minutes into the show when he appeared before her, naked, astounding her. His face was similar to the red on her nails, his skin glistening in the warm light, alarming her into full attention. Her eyes thrilled and her body was excited. His nervous eyes met her bold eyes for a second a...

It was hard to think at first. How could one be expected to keep track of anything under the impatient gaze of six men who looked at you like a pack of wolves looking at a stray rabbit? I focused just on the table and just on the piles of chips. The short stacks were easy to eliminate, so after a first glance around, I could tell there were only three contenders. I counted and re-counted, until there was a clear winner in...

Emerich was always such a dutiful butler. It was what he lived for. Cara was the most famous pop star in four of the seven continents. The other three considered her songs ‘contraband’ and banned any mention of her. She sat at her vanity dresser, bored, restless. She was out of meds and avoiding refilling the script. Instead, she was tracing the line of her vein with her eyeliner pencil, just making dark wiggly lines down...

The pitstop has a country dustbowl ascetic as I pull over, my needle as red as my bank balance. Skirt hiked, buttons untethered, nipples evident atop my swelling bosom; all offered as negotiation beneath my inviting smile. With my best "lost little girl" voice I enquire about "what arrangement might be made" as my finger twirls playful amongst trimmed and coiffed auburn strands. He offers to deposit 10 litres in my tank i...

Hi everyone - my name is John. A number of years ago I worked as a waiter in a good class hotel - and, well, some of the stories you hear are definitely true, I can testify to that. For now, I will tell you of just one such experience. I am a mature guy - just approaching sixty at the time of this particular instance and, despite my age, considered myself fairly fit with a trimmed shape. I was on duty, and on this particu...

Having you meet with me and service me in the park? Sure, why not. This is a nice bit about you being a slut. Since you are.  

My wife Tina and I are in our forties and have been married for a long time. We like our sex life. Tina particularly loves receiving oral sex. So I became quite the expert. One day about a year ago after a long session of oral sex Tina said: “I’m so glad you love eating me out. Almost all of my girlfriends don’t get any. Their husbands just hate it.” ”I can only imagine, but it must be like a man never getting a blowjob,”...

"Min - I - stra - trix", the word tumbled around a bit in her mouth as she felt the weight of its implications settle into her heart. Bella swung her legs over the edge of the bed and flexed her toes in the sunlight streaming through a tall window casting a beam of warmth across the ornately patterned rug.  Taking a deep breath she closed her eyes and tried to remember the evening when she decided she was drawn to a minis...

She looked at the clock, though it was hardly necessary, she knew it had been precisely twenty-five minutes since he had let her know that he was on his way home. Being punctual was something that had always been a point of pride with her. As usual, she had spent the day keeping the house arranged, something she took a great deal of pleasure doing. Today, like every day, the floors were spotless, the rugs were swept, the...

A light knock sounded on his door the next morning. Setting aside the remnants of his breakfast, Rael wiped his mouth before rising and answering the knock, half expecting it to be Silmaria. Selm stood on the other side of the door instead. His Halfling advisor bowed low. “Apologies for disturbing your breakfast, Milord.” “It’s all right, Selm. No harm done. How can I help you?” “Milord, I believe we’ve found something th...

There was a knock on the door, you stepped out of the shower,Wrapped a towel round your waist and opened the door, still dripping wet. She was standing there, in her silk stockings...mini maid's dress... and luscious red lips.She could see the water running down your chest; running off your nipples…Her tongue snaked out, she licked her lips.She walked into the room, which was still quite steamy.She took your hand and drew...