John’s days had fallen into a monotonous routine since he lost his job. Hours slipped by as he browsed the internet, seeking solace in its anonymous embrace. Meanwhile, Emily, his wife, thrived in her new senior executive role, often working late and attending social functions with colleagues. Their once-close relationship was strained, and John’s feelings of inadequacy grew with each passing day. One afternoon, while Emi...

When Kristin and I got into the bathroom, it felt like we were just two girls going to the bathroom together. After closing the door, Kristin lifted her dress and pulled down a small red satin g-string. While she was on the toilet, she said, “So Conrad, the guy I was dancing with, thinks you’re pretty cute, Jamie. I told him we’d love to congratulate him together for how well he played today. He even commented on how much...

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...

Kelisha Comani was a total bad girl. She bulldozed white boys wherever she went. She had a wicked personality and an enticing, womanly presence to match. Men could almost smell her cunt when she entered the room. She gave off that devilish, salacious all-woman appeal: the way her massive boobs jiggled and juggled about, that tight bum rocking in her shorty shorts. She strolled like a Halle Berry, dashing beyond comprehens...

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...

Morning arrived, and I couldn’t quite place the strange sensation I was feeling. It took me a few moments before I identified the sensation as a morning hard-on. The combination of having a plug in me with being uncaged was giving me the freedom to be physically aroused. It felt kind of strange that the occurrence was now so rare as to be surprising. I was almost afraid of it. The arousal felt good, but dangerous. It felt...

Rebecca was in the lavender haze when she returned home from her date. It made me want to puke. Prior to my mistress’s arrival, I’d spent a quiet Sunday evening hand-washing her delicate garments and peering out the laundry room window that overlooked the condo parking lot. When Rebecca’s SUV finally pulled up, I hurried to the kitchen and placed an ice-cold glass of Diet Coke on the silver serving tray along with a vase...

I had taken great pains to symmetrically arrange the cheese wedges, fruit and other nibblers on the serving platter, but Rebecca was too busy ogling a photo on her friend Katie’s cellphone to notice my meticulous craftwork. “Day-um, girl, you hit that?” My angel leaned forward and plucked a pineapple slice from the tray after I’d placed it on the table and reassumed my position at attention near the sofa with my hands fol...

My masters had wanted me to get an early start Saturday morning, so by 9:30am I was already in my maid’s uniform scrubbing the hallway baseboards while Rebecca and Karl relaxed in bed smoking a wakeup joint and watching cartoons. From my kneeling position just outside their room, I fluctuated from cleaning to ogling the half-dressed, reclining stoners to glancing at their TV show, “Hoop the Horse.” When a wheel fell off t...

My masters had wanted me to get an early start Saturday morning, so by 9:30am I was already in my maid’s uniform scrubbing the hallway baseboards while Rebecca and Karl relaxed in bed smoking a wake-up joint and watching cartoons. From my kneeling position just outside their room, I fluctuated from cleaning to ogling the half-dressed, reclining stoners to glancing at their TV show, “Hoop the Horse.” When a wheel fell off...

I was barely recovering from our shared experience and was now eagerly searching Mallory’s face for clues about his decision. There seemed to be real torment at play. “I… I want to stay. I will just have to make a call…” he finally announced. “Oh, is someone expecting you somewhere?” Liam asked with a teasing smile that could be heard in his words. “Yes, Sir. I was supposed to meet my girlfriend Sarah for lunch. I’m… I’m...

Alone in the hotel room, dressed in this outfit that made me feel more sissy and slutty than being naked would have, I started to pace. More than once I lifted my wrist to check the time, only to be reminded that my watch had been taken along with my other possessions. I was just about to reach for the bag left on the corner of the bed, to see what Liam had left behind, when there was a knock on the door. Something close...