My young secretary, Julie, bounced exuberantly into my office. She was wearing a cute antler headpiece and a short tartan mini skirt. Stepping around my executive chair, she grabbed my tits from behind and bounced them up and down in her hands while humming Jingle Bells. "Stop that. It's Jingle Bells, not jiggle boobs." "Megan, how can I resist? Your tits are just made to be jiggled." "I thought we had agreed to keep our...

When my pager went off, I was upping the ante, holding three deuces and an ace. The other guys around the table stared at me, bewildered. Our Friday night poker game didn’t have many rules, but the one rule we stuck to was no interruptions—pagers were to be muted or left in the other room. Whoever was calling had enough clout to get around the do-not-disturb function. "Stan, this is Lady Scarlet. You know who I am and whe...

Peeved did not quite describe my mood. I was fucking mad. Not only was I angry, but I did not have anyone I could vent to about it. My partner, Christie, was on one of her infernal business trips, which worsened things. She had been gone for a week, with her return scheduled two weeks from now; apart from all the above, I was horny and had no outlet for my sexual frustration apart from mechanical devices. Mechanical devic...

I had been here for the week my Masters had stated would be the probationary period I had to serve before they decided whether I was a fit to join their group. During this week, they had evaluated my suitability to join their group as their permanent cock slut. I was worried. When our session ended in the dungeon last night, Master Ivan sent me to sleep alone for the first time since my arrival. He had said that they woul...

I woke up the following morning spooned by Ivan, whose cock was nuzzling against my back door and the warm breath of Taryn against my pussy. I pushed my hips back towards Ivan to lodge his cock up my ass which woke him up. He woke with a start, and his morning wood slowly slid into my bum. I used my ass muscles to milk that lovely cock as Taryn also woke and, noticing what was taking place, lapped at my pussy. My milking...

I was completely disoriented. The varied humiliations I had been subjected to so far had left me more horny than ever. I had enjoyed them and wondered what else would be done to me during my probation period. I settled in my cage in the back of the van and found that I had been left some pillows to lie down on. Making myself as comfortable as possible, I lay down and fell asleep. I came awake when the rear door opened, an...

The private jet finished taxiing to a nearby hangar. Maxine, the flight attendant, brought me a glass of milk, which I immediately drank as I was parched after the flight and the oral stimulation I had provided to Maxine's cunt and ass. The first gulp alerted me that this was not milk. It was warm and bubbly and coated my mouth with a familiar stickiness. Maxine said, "A little gift from your new Masters. They asked me to...

Lying in bed, in a semi-haze of erotic bliss, I was fingering my cunt and edging towards a second orgasm when my laptop pinged, announcing an incoming message. Cursing the interruption, I looked to see a three-word message from an anonymous user on my favorite website. It was titled, "Come to Greenland!" I wondered whether this message was meant for me or sent by mistake, so I navigated to the user's profile to learn more...

Caius's visit and the news he brought to us were life-changing. When I read the scroll from Paullus in which he proposed to marry me, I broke into tears and fled to my room. The tears were tears of joy. I had fallen in love with Paullus after he had captured and enslaved me. I'd dreamed of him making me his concubine or his mistress when he returned from his assignment commanding the Roman legions in Britannia. In my wild...

From the small window of my room above the stable, I watched as Paullus's figure receded in the distance. Paullus, whose legionnaires had massacred my clan and my father and made me a slave of Rome. Paullus, who had made me and the women of my tribe slaves. The same Paullus who had let me preserve my virginity while awakening my sexuality. I had been in charge of his stables and horses for many months. Now, he was going o...

Memories of my life before I was taken to a farm outside of Rome are dim. I recall being hungry, dirty, and cold. My dreams are haunted by nightmares of terror and bloody scenes of battle while being made to hide in bushes with the women of my clan while the men went to fight. I have no memory of my mother. I was told she had been captured or killed, and none of the women who took care of me seemed to want to talk about i...

Charles left early in the morning after a night of loving and sex. He told me he would call to arrange our trip and find out if Sam, my husband, would join us. I had not seen or heard from Sam for the last 24 hours. I didn't even know if he was still in the house. I knew that Sam and I were done as a couple. My rage had abated, and to a certain extent, I pitied the poor cuck. I had not made him into a cuck. He had done th...

My cell phone rang as my husband Sam and I lay in bed. He was getting his morning hand job as I recounted the details of my encounter with Charles during my last trip away from home. "Damn, do you have to get that?" he asked. When I looked at the display, I said, "Absolutely." Charles, my ardent lover who had fucked me ten ways from Sunday on that trip, was calling. I let go of my husband's puny cock and grabbed my cell....