Enslavement Stories

“That’s right, focus all your attention on the shiny apple. It’s called the fruit of sin, but this one is much more than that… it’s the fruit of trance and blissful mindlessness. You know this is true. Now, tell me your name…” cooed the green-eyed naked brunette, a python wrapped around her bouncy breasts. “A-Adam” he stammered, his eyes vacant and his cock dripping white on her curly toes. “Isn’t that funny? I’m Eve, but...

“Write the first thing that comes to mind,” Brianna said. Ally grabbed a pen and wrote, “Mistress”. “Now, write the second thing.” Almost instantly, Ally wrote, “Mistress”. “The third, dear.” Once again, the only word committed to paper was, “Mistress”. “Is Mistress all you can think about?” “Yes. I have no choice.” “No, you don’t. Who’s your Mistress?” “You are, Bree,” Ally dropped to her knees. “Fuck, you are my Mistres...

“Green light, start stroking.” The game was familiar; the formula repeated ad nauseam. Trent had already lost count of the number of JOI videos online that used it as a premise. Then again, it’s very hard to keep track of things like that when you’re all fired up and eager to cum. It’s not like he enjoyed Math, anyway. His latest discovery wasn’t tagged as a JOI video, and yet there it was, in gorgeous full screen, dictat...

Exposed to the hard spattering of raindrops, I had never been smaller than at my grandmother's graveside. Grandma Carolina Haverton MacKinley herself was small next to my great grandmother, Helen Haverton, who took "Haverton-Gibson" as her married name. Grandma Helen worked her husband, an architect, to found a construction and real estate empire. She began in Portland. Our properties now dominated areas as far south as C...