I don’t know much anymore… All I can remember is that I was kidnapped in the middle of the day and dragged in this dungeon-like chamber, hidden somewhere deeply underground. I could only wonder how I was able to keep my sanity, but nonetheless, I was still sober and could think straight. I truly had no idea why I got here. Who would want to kidnap me and the main question – why? Too many questions circled around in my min...

I realize that my fetish is highly unusual and not shared by most, maybe a couple of people on this site. Most people can't even relate to it. This is my second story. I am sexually attracted to newspapers. I become aroused by looking at them, see women reading them, the smell, the texture. I like to wrap them around me head, body, and genitals. I sleep with them. I have sex with them. I always had this fetish. It has not...

As we approached the small, nondescript building standing among other nondescript buildings in a nondescript neighborhood, thoughts raced through my head. Was I ready to go through with this? With everything that it entailed? With so many possibilities?And how would our interactions with the owner be like? Would it be embarrassing? After all, there was really only one reason for us being there, at that nondescript buildin...

In his hands I felt safe. I always had. In a world of people desperately seeking and holding out hope for that one true connection, I had found mine. He had stolen my heart in an instant, becoming my oxygen and with him I felt more alive than ever before. Never had I felt so treasured and adored, his affection spellbinding. Willingly I bestowed both my mind and body to him. And in doing so he had opened my eyes to so much...

~~~~~~ DAY 4-C ~~~~~~ Ashley feels lost for a moment. Her eyes are open, but her mind is entranced. Her Mistress' ass, open and begging for attention, mere inches from her trembling mouth. Forgetting for a moment that she is shackled to the table, she attempts to move away from Miss Rose. Her wrists don't budge and Ashley is shaken back to reality. This powerful, gorgeous woman, would finally relieve Ashley of all of her...

Ashley kneels in her cage. She isn't hungry or thirsty, she's in heat. It has been over 48 hours now, of being teased, tied up and tongued, with no release offered. And now, she's staring at her beautiful Miss Rose, who stands next to an overwhelming amount of devices, most of which Ashley has no understanding of. "Do you trust me, dear?" Miss Rose asks, lovingly. Ashley does. She knows nothing but trust for Miss Rose. Sh...

Poppet was a person, not a puppet; that point must be perfectly clear. Feeling not terribly devotional that Palm Sunday, she was perusing porn on her Palm Pilot while she was perched in her pew at the Pineview Pentecostal Chapel. Her perky breasts rose and fell as she watched the scene silently unfold beneath her hymnbook. Her paramour, Peter, perched in the pew next to her, glanced at Poppet’s lap and his eyes popped, as...

~~~~Day 3~~~~ Ashley lies in her cage. The black sheet sits over it, reducing her light and visibility. The cold dish that once held her dinner, lies next to her. So much has gone through Ashley's head today. How much she has started to crave the affection and warmth of Miss Rose. Any kindness to her, feeling like a deep, sensual warm hug. She thinks about the money she will be making after this week is over. She would ha...

I lived alone in a big house in the country for no particular reason, just liked the silence. No cars, no traffic, no civilians for miles. It was bliss. I neither had a wife bossing me about telling me this is wrong or why didn't I wash the dishes from the night before. I was very happy with just me and my beautiful dog, Sam, a golden retriever. One night, I decided to go up into the attic and sort some stuff out.The atti...

Lynn ’s shock at seeing the interior of the seemingly innocent looking barn was immediate and unmistakable. “What have I gotten myself into, this time?” she thought to herself. The walls and floor were carved out of large cobble stones, the ceiling was made of large hand- hewn beams and rough timbers, as it would have been done in the middle ages. Looking around the room, she saw item after item of torture, depravity and...

She parked in the parking lot across the street like Master had told her to. She watched a couple get out of a car next to her pull two bags out of their car and walk to the dungeon. She felt her nervousness settle in as she checked her face in the mirror and saw heavily lined eyes, mascara, and retro red lipstick on her lips. Master had wanted her to look slutty tonight. Her instructions were simple; wear something sexy...

I have been divorced for over a year after twenty one years with one man.   Now, here I am at 43 and alone for the first time in my adult life. It had hurt when he told me that he was seeing a younger woman and wanted to be with her.   It hurt even more when I happened to see the two of them together.   I was walking past a local bar and saw the two of them having drinks, laughing, holding hands.   He had not held my hand...