“So, it sounds like your weekend was a success.” I took a sip of my wine and thought for a moment. My friend and mentor, Edith, asked me to lunch on Monday and I’d shared the details of Friday night with her. “I have to admit I was a little worried, but it turned out better than I ever thought possible.” “I’m a little surprised you let them have sex.” I took another bite of my chef’s salad. “I hadn’t planned on them havin...

Liz returned to the bedroom, and a few minutes later the three of us were sitting naked at the small table in the corner of our bedroom and sipping from our bottles of water. The conversation was light and airy, and the mood was remarkably relaxed. Chris listened as Liz and I discussed our workout routines, and I was a bit shocked when she brought up the idea of me entering fitness competitions with her. I wasn’t in any t...

“C'mon, Chris, let's go to the bedroom. And don't forget to grab the bottle of wine and the glasses.” I took Liz’s hand and we made our way into the house while carrying our bathrobes. It felt so avant-garde walking naked beside my best friend with my husband in tow. The whole situation seemed very surreal, and I was struggling to make sense of it. Two months ago, Chris and I agreed to change our marriage and he consented...

I’d messed up, and I knew it. The more I thought about it, the more I came to the conclusion that I’d gotten a little caught up when I spoke to Liz. She’d asked if she could join me dominating Chris and then admitted she was attracted to me. Looking back, it all happened so fast and I didn't take the time I needed to think it through and process the possible ramifications of her joining us. More than anything, I needed to...

It was incredibly difficult talking to my best friend, Liz, concerning the momentous changes in my marriage that had occurred over the past two months. I had long suspected that she considered me a prude or, at the very least, sexually non-adventurous. Perhaps, compared to her, I was. I had only known Liz for a little more than a year and both of us were quite reserved when we met. However, once we really got to know each...

I awoke the next morning to the smell of bacon and freshly brewed coffee. Is Chris cooking? I looked over at the bedside clock, I had slept until just a little past noon. Slowly, as I began to wake up in earnest, the previous evening's activities flooded into my mind. The restraints, my dominatrix outfit, our extreme face-sitting session, and Chris licking his semen from my pussy. Looking back, the events of the previous...

“Do you ever think about me dominating you in the bedroom?” I witnessed the shocked look in his eyes. “Why in the world are you bringing this up?” It was all I could do to not burst out laughing. Greta Perhaps I should start from the beginning, two years ago. I have to admit, our marriage started out very normal. Chris and I met during our senior year of college at UNLV. He was a political science major, and I studied com...

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...

Sunday morning, Cathy went to church as usual. Well, not entirely as usual. She had showered and dressed in her sober Sunday clothes, but Rex teased her pussy mercilessly throughout breakfast so that, when she left for church, her panties were soaked and the smell of ripe pussy quite overwhelmed her conservative cologne. I had slept exceedingly well that night, unlike the night before. The all-night fuck-fest going on in...

I met Rex at the door wearing Cathy’s panties, light blue this time, and a lacy shawl of hers that made me feel very soft and vulnerable. I know I looked ridiculous, not the least bit feminine, but it excited me to be seen as weak, unmanly, and sexually passive. I had been looking forward to being with Rex; I had hardly thought of anything else since he’d left me the day before. He obviously enjoyed belittling me as a sis...

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...

Male’s P.O.V~ I was lying on pillows against the headboard, with my hands tied and my eyes covered with a blindfold. No clothing was touching my skin, the air just brushing it freely without a pass. At that moment, I could hear more, smell more, and sense even more than ever. That’s what the blindfolds do to one. She had simply ordered me to sit still and not to make any noise while she, herself, was searching for somethi...

According to the rules established by her, he could only have three toys at a time, but it was rare when he got the chance to choose. So, when the opportunity came to his door, he did not miss it to use all of them at once, eagerness flowing like blood in his veins. He returned with stumbling feet, holding a beaded massager, a cock ring, and a ball gag, his whole body still quivering from the tease before, yet eager for m...

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....