I had been dating Sarah for almost a year after meeting her at a church retreat. At that time, Sarah was still a senior in college, and I was a couple of years older with a place of my own and a full-time job. She was a petite, shy little thing with shoulder-length blonde hair and small but perky breasts. She had a sheltered upbringing, coming from a close-knit family who were as wholesome as an eighties sitcom. Her big s...

Many fail to grasp the overwhelming impact a woman's vagina can have on men, its sheer power rendering them powerless. Though some women may comprehend this influence, they seldom fully unleash its potential for dominance. While women may employ sex to manipulate men, it is uncommon to witness the direct or arrogant exercise of their vaginal power. Only upon encountering Angela did I realize the extent to which a vagina c...

Kim's pussy was hot and wet, locked inside her chastity belt, as she watched her husband and daughter making out like teenagers under a blanket. Kim wanted to touch her pussy and burned with humiliation because she couldn't, but these days that just wasn't allowed. It hadn't always been this way. There had been a time, not long ago, when it had been her under a blanket, necking with her husband, giggling as he touched her...

Entry Two Dear Slut Diaries, I was straining against the ropes binding my legs, not trying to get loose, just appreciating the feeling against my skin. Daddy knew I craved true restriction, and he had definitely done that this time. I couldn’t move my legs at all, my calves and thighs tied together with my knees bent. I was stuck like this until Daddy released me… speaking of releases, I wondered when I would be allowed t...

The black lipstick she applied to her lips dreamed to reach the shades of darkness her moonlighting persona held. Was she really that far gone? Had she strayed from the light so much that the woman staring at her in the mirror bore no familiarity? The more questions she asked, the further their relevance faded into the ether. Her lips stretched into a grin, exposing teeth that appeared bleached in comparison. The sleeping...

You’re thinking about me at work. Your cock twitches every time you get a text from me. It’s a reminder of what’s waiting for you at home. Throughout the day, you sit through meetings and sessions with an inability to keep your filthy thoughts about me at bay. As you drive home after your long day, you feel beat. You need to release some steam and take out your day on someone. It’s a good thing I’ve been preparing for you...

Chapter 20: How to Slut Your Way Home While not fully recovered from the previous day’s intense foursome, Angela awoke determined to push her shifts to something at least approaching useful. Fortunately, there were a great many men who were very happy to shove their dicks into Angie’s mouth, giving her today to let her abused ass rest before she got busy again. After studying Angie’s sheet she accepted bookings – as thoug...

Chapter 17: Angela’s Anal Adventure Angie’s father had been absent the whole evening, which Angela figured was not a rare occurrence. The fact that Dale was some high-profile researcher over here was, in some ways, even weirder than the fact that she was a whore. She wanted to know more, but she certainly couldn’t ask him. It was not like Angie to care what her father did, as long as he provided her with money and a place...

Chapter 9: Line of Communication Angela rode the elevator up to her father’s penthouse apartment with Brad, the residual taste of his semen still in her mouth. She trailed just behind him, letting him lead since she had no idea which apartment she was supposed to go to. Finally, he stopped at a door and looked at her expectantly. “I lost my purse,” she said, thinking quickly, “No keys. No phone. You remember that you had...

Chapter 1: Curio Nothing can just be easy, Angela thought, breathing a sigh at the roadblock that barred her way home. In just the few hours she’d been in the library, construction crews had erected barriers that were now blocking her usual route from the library to her home. She’d have to double back and go down 3rd Street. She hated 3rd Street. The dirty little throughway was a favorite hangout for the more unsavory den...