There is a very old saying," Be careful what you wish for because you might just get it." My fathers name had been James Bradley. He had been a CEO of a top Wall Street investment firm. My father didn't climb to the top by being a good guy. He was a total prick who would stab anyone he had... read more
When teaching a section of my favorite class, "Modern Erotic Literature", I noticed a guy in the back of the room acting strangely. He was in obvious discomfort, and I wondered why. It was during the lecture where I discuss fetish stories. Students find it a revelation. The first thi... read more
I have a ongoing fetish and desire to dominate and have as my wife a petite asian sub t girl. I meet her online and fly her here and in the car she reaches over and pulls out my stiff cock. She coooes as she strokes my shaft and tells me how it is just the right size and thickness. She sucks me slow... read more
I was 27 and single and enjoying being free sort of the ‘sworn to fun loyal to non’ stage in young adulthood. I lived alone in a 1-bedroom apartment and loved working on my motorcycle which I kept in my living room. Most Friday nights for me were jamming out to music, enjoying a few beers and tinker... read more
Chapter 8 The first thing that struck me was pink! More pink satin than I thought existed in the entire world. The walls were covered in baby pink satin curtains, the plush carpet was also baby pink. Like all the other rooms in this house of the bizarre the ceiling as a full mirror. There was a h... read more
When I walked into the bar, I didn't notice her at first; I sat in a booth in a dark corner and ordered a drink from the waitress. The waitress returned with my drink, and when I went to pay her for it, she said it had already been taken care of by the blonde at the end of the bar. I looked, and ... read more
Estelle sat before her dressing table, putting the finishing touches to her makeup. She had prepared herself as well as she was able, as her lover tonight was her benefactor – as the kept “whore” of Marcus Smith she owed her whole self to him and indeed, she loved him, but more than that, she loved ... read more
Chapter 7 I am guessing it was just over an hour until I heard the door open. It was her again, Miss Sindy Satin my auntie. This time she was wearing just an under bust white satin corset, long boots in satin exactly like mine but in white and her long, white bridal satin gloves and a the ribbon ... read more
Malcolm was a middle manager in a small business in a large city. Malcolm led a pretty boring life; he in his forties, single, devoted to his work, he liked to keep himself fit, all of his family lived interstate except for his older sister who lived nearby, and he led a quiet social life. Malcolm h... read more
I had connected with Master X on a BDSM Fetish contact site. He was the owner of a fetish store and he said that he had been on the BDSM for several years. He had carefully studied my own profile and had seen that I had an immense interest in being used like a slut, being covered head to toe in ... read more
I had connected with Master X on a BDSM Fetish contact site. He was the owner of a fetish store and he said that he had been on the BDSM for several years. He had carefully studied my own profile and had seen that I had an immense interest in being used like a slut, being covered head to toe in... read more
It wasn't what she said; it was the way she said it that got him to do everything she commanded. It wasn't that he couldn't overpower her...after all, he was a man of six feet, and she was a woman half a foot shorter and 100 pounds lighter. It was like a teenaged son having a confrontation with h... read more
Kyra was not the girl of my dreams. I never DARED dream a woman that good would just walk into my life. She was smart, sassy, vivacious, intuitive, resourceful, and a real 'people person'. We met in an Internet chat room called "Working Girls". We're not talking about the kind you find in ... read more
I had very few memories of my early childhood. The ones I did have were anything but pleasant. I did remember my mother and her blind hatred of my father and myself. She was very tall blonde woman with cold blue eyes named Monica. My mother always dressed in the most expensive leathers and satins in... read more
Chapter 4 My parents had a letter shortly after from the headmaster Mr. James Allen. I was to head out to CA before the start of winter term to get settled into the dorms and go through orientation. The letter said I should be there no later than December 1st and that they would arrange for me to... read more
I knew when this started it would be like nothing I had ever done before. I drove up to the hotel early friday morning. I was checking in for seven days. Seven Days of non stop pounding of my asshole, Strapons, Crossdressing, fucked fem, huge dildos, and giant buttplugs are just a few of my fetishe... read more
Ever since I was a little boy I've always loved wearing girl's clothes. I remember going through my mother's lingerie drawer and trying on her panties and bras. I loved the way the silky sheer material felt against my body. As I got older I had less opportunities to indulge in my fetish until I got ... read more
My name is John, I am a student at a large university, and in order to save money I joined in with Alex to share an apartment. I have always had a panty fetish; I love the feel of them, and often wear a pair under my pants. I grew up with 3 older sisters so there was never a shortage of wonderful pa... read more
The only times in my life that I can say that I have ever felt free and happy were those few years between marriages when I was living single and had my own apartment. Those were the days when I felt like a complete person. Although I could not live 24/7 as a woman because of my job requirements, I ... read more
I couldn't believe the feeling as I slipped the pantyhose on over my legs. This was an absolute dream come true and I was living it right now. My friend Julie had gone out for the night with her 15yo daughter and she'd given me the spare keys to her house. She'd had a tradesman doing some work an... read more
