A particularly prominent phallus in the massive door’s erotic carvings drew my finger like a magnet. The moment I touched the uncircumcised head, a baritone voice boomed from the other side. “Come in, Miss Banks.” I jumped back, hooking my pointy heel on the expensive-looking rug beneath my feet. Only a wild flailing of arms and fancy footwork kept me upright. My inner voice screamed, Turn and run! I knew I couldn’t, thou...

Timmy Titmus paused to read the sign on the office door. "Dr. Sigmung Samenschlag, Behavioral Therapist," in big letters, and below that a list of services, including Personality Testing, Marriage Counseling, Addiction Counseling, and Employment Assessment. This was definitely the place. It was conveniently only a five-minute walk from his office at Fappercon Headquarters in downtown Chicago. Apprehensive but resolute, he...

Duncliffe Wood, England “Hey there, I’m here! Where do I go for my forest bath?” I fumbled my notes, scattering them about the grass when I first saw the fetching young woman who’d snuck up on me. She likened to an angel in her cotton white dress—an angel who didn’t wear knickers. As my eyes travelled her statuesque frame, I couldn’t help but notice the shadow below her waist, revealing her carpet didn’t match her blonde...

The next morning, Saturday, after I had served breakfast - I was naked except for my cock cage - Rex put a collar around my neck and attached a leash. I had only been allowed a slice of dry toast. “You’ll thank me later,” Rex said, although I remained pretty hungry. “We’re going out to earn the money to replace your lingerie,” Rex told Cathy. “I know you’ll be a good girl while I’m gone, but I’m having a friend come over...

Cathy and I live in a relatively small city where commute times are highly predictable, and Cathy, being a punctual person, gets home at 5:30 every day and we eat dinner at 6:00. So, by the time Rex left that afternoon, I had very little time to tidy up, get dressed, and make dinner. While I hurriedly went about my tasks, I kept thinking about Rex’s promise to “be fucking her all the time.” When I had explained to him tha...

Okay, I admit it: I’m a lot happier now. Which just proves that I’m not a real man at all. My name is Gianna and I deserve to be treated like the domestic servant and sex slave I’ve become. I used to be John, husband and father, a respected member of the community, and a successful business consultant. When I lost my job at age fifty-eight, I got pretty depressed and quickly lost confidence in my ability to find employmen...

When my wife died, my stepson was still at home. I took care of Brad the best I could for the two years before he went away to college. By then his real father had reestablished contact with him and had agreed to help with tuition costs, which I wasn’t able to do. I got a chance to meet Doug at Brad’s graduation. It was hard to imagine my wife Cindy being married to him; he was so different from me. He had that kind of ma...

I drove while they canoodled in the back seat. I could hear Anna slurping on Mason’s cock. When I parked the car, they straightened their clothes and hurried into the house ahead of me and went straight to the bedroom. I entered just in time to see Anna pull him by his cock onto the bed with her and guide it into her pussy. She lay on her back with her legs around him as he fucked her vigorously while I stood and watched....

The next evening Anna put on her best business suit, a black pinstriped pants suit; I was in my usual business-casual attire, slacks and a polo shirt. I smiled as I admired her (surreptitiously, so as not to make her self-conscious) knowing that she wanted to make a totally professional businesslike impression, but that suit makes her look incredibly hot and I knew it would knock Mason out. Although it was a short trip to...

I was having trouble falling asleep. I kept going over the events of the evening in my mind. It had been a noisy party, much more crowded than usual for a trade-related event. But the conversation, the one occurrence I kept replaying, had been perfectly clear. “I’m looking you over as a possible acquisition,” he said. The more I thought about it, the odder it sounded in my mind’s ear. And there was something in his voice,...

"Yes, he has got a lot to answer for, Beckham," Helen admitted. "He sort of made tattoos acceptable. I still don't really like them, although..." She was what is often described as a "respectable married woman", ten years into the marital marathon and leading a model life that had subjugated her spirit. The girl who had had dreams and wishes and desires had been left on the shore, waving forlornly at the ship of her life...