Copyright 2020 Christopher D.B. My black high-heeled pumps made a hollow clonking sound on the worn marble treads as I made my way up the stairs with the ornate iron railing. While my shoes looked like leather, they were from a discount department store and the label inside the uppers said they were all manmade materials. That didn’t bother me because they fit well and were comfortable. The heels were three and a half inc...

When Nora and I started our final year at City College, we were both still on the student newspaper The Salient. In the two years since our break-up, we talked to each other at times, but we didn’t have a lot of interactions elsewhere. Mostly we saw each other in the office on the third floor, and that was about it. One day in early October she came up to me and said, “Paul, I’d like to talk to you about something. Let’s...

Karl opened his eyes and saw a cunt in front of his face. He could smell its strong musky aroma. The lips were glistening with moisture. As he watched, a single drop oozed from the pink fleshy folds and stretched out a bit, before it fell with a splat on the yoga mat in front of him. “Am I doing this right, Domino?” Karl asked. Domino, his personal trainer, had told him to get on his hands and knees, arch his back and loo...

Mikhail Ivanovych Artemenko, to most people, was Mischa, a carpenter who lived in Toronto with his extended family. However, in another life, Mischa had been held in a Soviet prison for ten years. His father had been a dissident in Ukraine who moved the family to America, but Mischa had found ways to piss off the KGB in several corners of the earth throughout his life. When he was in prison, he did horrible things to surv...

In mid-September, after I had accepted the dominatrix position offered by Gilda Wasserman, she met me in front of the building I would be using for the “sessions,” as she called them. I was surprised when she had told me these would happen in the basement of a loft building on West 27th Street. My first client, a guy named Kevin, had already been lined up with me. When talking to Gilda on the phone, I mentioned that I had...

Within a week of starting my hooking gigs, a lot of guys at CCNY had my home phone number and I’d arrange many of my transactions through that medium. Sometimes I’d still do it the old-fashioned street prostitute way. I’d lounge around inside the Finley Student Center or just stand outside that building or maybe Wagner Wall, and invariably some dude would approach me. My first ever customer, that Greg with the big Ford, p...

I was becoming accustomed to my place in our relationship after my recent training weekend. I realised how happy my wife, Mary, was getting her sexual satisfaction from her lover and my boss, Robert, while I was their submissive weekend cuckold, serving and servicing their needs. I was completely different at my work. In the office, I was in control and was respectful to my co-workers. I acted dominantly when I needed to....

You’ve come to me again for an hour of pleasure. Your wife wants nothing to do with that beautiful, long cock and your smoothly-shaven balls, which is a damn shame. So here you are, masturbating for me. I observe intently as you wank yourself frantically, struggling to climax. Watching you stroke your cock makes me wet! Maybe what you need is a good hard pegging from your favorite redhead, Mistress Kya. “What you need, Vi...

1. Watching the Detectives “Do you know why I’ve stopped you, Kelly?” “Because my car is better than yours.” “No, it’s because –” “It is though, isn’t it? An Astra estate? What kind of police car is that?” “Have you been drinking, Kelly?” At this point, people usually adopt a forced innocence as they mention a small half lager they had at exactly 8:43 pm. I had a white wine spritzer five hours ago. “No,” I say. “Only it’s...