Milord discovered that he loves public acts of domination. Sophia, however, felt it broke at least one of the cardinal laws of BDSM (Safe, Sane, and Consensual), which Micah totally agreed with. Therefore, he came up with two solutions: Create acts of submission that the general population would either not see or would be socially acceptable or limit the "public" to only those who have indeed consented to witness (and pos...

“How’s that graphic novel idea coming along?” Sophia asked, pouring Micah another cup of coffee. It was a beautiful Saturday morning and they were taking breakfast on the back screened in porch. Sophia was boarding only two dogs who were happily soaking up the sun next to her herb garden. “Slowly,” Micah answered. “It’s a big expense with having to hire artists and editors, but the company has agreed to do some product te...

Two weeks had passed since Sophia and Micah had jumped feet-first into living a 24/7 BDSM lifestyle. They had gone through two maintenance sessions, several minor reprimand sessions, and had enjoyed the best sex of their lives. To celebrate, they decided to go to a Club that Micah’s sister Pearl had recommended. At first, Micah had balked, unwilling to see his sister behaving as a submissive. Pearl laughed through the pho...

Her moans are louder now. Her muscles quiver. Her mind is made of glass. In the depth of her despair, drifting on the edge, she begs of him: "Please allow me... I cannot stand this... I need to... cum... give it to me... please..." He just laughs at her, continuing his labors. Rubbing, scratching, pinching, squeezing, poking, thrusting. Tormenting her with his attentions, and his final say of her permission. The power to...

Sophia diligently applied sunscreen to every part of her body. Whoever invented the spray sunscreen had her undying gratitude. Sophia was picking some rose petals from the bushes next to the fence. She dried the delicate petals and used them to flavor teas and vodka. She squealed and jumped when a hard banging sounded on the back gate. “Hey there, Sophia! Greg here. Just wanted to know if you and your husband would like t...

It's deathly quiet in the office, deep within the provisional Earth-Hell Initiative headquarters. Casey is sitting at one end of a long table, frantically scribbling away at a sheet of paper as she tuts and swears beneath her breath. Over by the door, Bessa sits with her hands crossed politely on her lap, but her closed eyes and slumped posture suggests that she had dozed off the moment she sat down. Lilith is pacing up a...

Elizabeth Pavlov Dryden was in a terrible, rotten, no-good mood today, and nobody, not even her mother, could convince her otherwise. Especially her mother, who right now was the last person that she wanted to see. Outside her bedroom window, the first golden rays of the sun peeked up over the horizon to shine through a gap in the London city haze, a rare occurrence given that they lived near the Thames, but Elizabeth was...

I stood quietly by the bar, champagne at the ready, while Braden welcomed his cousin, Ben, and his wife, Nancy onto the private train. This was a getaway vacation, so the train had only four cars – our bedroom and bath, the dining/lounge car, the guest car, and the staff car which included a kitchen and living quarters for the cook, a footman, and a maid. “Lisa!” Ben practically shouted, his arms wide open as he pulled me...

Mikey’s visits to the house continued; and with them, the bouts of rough sex. In the back of my mind was his remark about bringing some friends around. It took me some time, but eventually, I explained to Mikey that being fucked by a group of men was a fantasy I had explored in my mind during the long lonely periods of my marriage. Before I had time to think again, Mikey had made a plan with an unwitting Jeremy to invite...

~ Entry One ~ Dec 5, 2022 Dear Slut Diaries, I’m just laying in my bed right now, all alone.. just daydreaming. I’m sure you want to know what I’m thinking about, but to be honest with you, it’s a little bit dirty so it’s embarrassing to speak out loud. For you, Daddy, I guess I have to make an exception though, don’t I? In my imagination, I’m not alone right now. You’re here, your hands are in my hair, pulling me in towa...