“Now,” Eva said, as she led Hannah down the hallway, “I expect you will want to know your next steps.” Hannah, naked and drenched in sweat, was nonplussed. “I thought it was all supposed to surprise me.” Eva laughed, in the same melodic rhythm as her faintly Scandinavian accent. “Not really. I’m afraid all the other women here just hate you enough that they prefer to spring traps on you. Of course, there is the initial su...

I could hardly keep the huge smile off my face as I unlocked the front door; I was going to spend Christmas with my Mistress! Her card arrived in the post on the 15th. It was by no means a traditional Christmas card: no snow scenes, no pictures of Robins or Santa but instead a picture of a black leather stiletto-heeled boot pressing a man’s head into a bowl of pale yellowish liquid. Instead of “Merry Christmas” the inscri...

It had been a long, hot day of picking and planting in the blazing sun when trouble came running over the hill. With locks as red as the devil’s tail a flowing and titties shifting from side to side, she said, “Come on James. I’ve had my eyes on you. Come with me,” as she grabbed my hand and rushed me to the tool shed. And I went, even though I knew there would be trouble. She was the lady of the house, Sally Grimes, the...

Fresh off a great fucking upstairs, I skipped downstairs and into the dungeon. I had my choice of cells and chose the only one with a solid iron, light-tight door. Like the rest of the dungeon, there were no windows and thus no way to tell time. I slammed the door closed behind me and attached my iron collar to an iron chain tethered to the wall. Serenity. For the first time in my life, I was at peace with everything. I d...

The Antebellum South was a period in the history of the Southern United States from the late 18th century until the start of the American Civil War in 1861. During this time, the southern states saw large growths in agriculture, dependent on abundant and cheap slave labor. While sexual relations between white slave masters and black women were more common, there are also recordings of sex between white women and black sla...

Mistress Becky was not the sort of girl that found love easily.She was indentured to Sir Hugh Mountbatten and his three lusty sons. They all were saddled with dreadful reputations with regard to seeking female companionship or simply feminine interaction of any kind. Every nubile female drawing human breath in the nearby region lived in fear of coming under control of either Sir Hugh or one of his dreaded offspring even i...

“Lia Caster”. In the year 2098, Lia Caster was a householdname. When people hear the term “household name”, they think about celebrities, politicians, and the like. However, Lia Caster was not a celebrity per se, and she didn’t give one damn about politics. Lia Caster was a mega-mind, a self-made woman who dominated every industry. There was a law, long ago, that said that being the distributor of pretty much every produc...

Chapter III Vanessa gave up with her struggling and bowed her head, looking at the concrete floor beneath her. Her vision seemed to blur and she knew she'd been sedated.She heard closer gates opening then a voice speaking German.Then her gate rattled open, she heard the footsteps of perhaps two men.They continued to converse in German and she only understood a few words. Then a man's presence could be felt as he crouched...

Maximilian sat down at the table for coffee at this godforsaken hotel lobby, sick of the place. He'd been here for two weeks now, on business. It wasn't even one of the five-star types of hotel he was used to staying at, it was quite ordinary accommodation. Surely a vice-president of one of the most important companies in one of the most important industries of Germany, should not be living in a hotel filled with common p...

Vanessa had just left college, with her desired degree in literature. Her success in this subject showed that she was a bright girl at the youthful age of twenty-one, she valued her time at school as well as her social time at the weekends with her friends. She only had a couple of friends as she found it difficult to put trust in people; this was also the main reason why she'd only had a couple of boyfriends in the past...

I knew within the first hour, and that without ever having even clearly seen his face, that I had at last found the Master I had been looking for. The road to the door of this man's house had been long and fraught with frustration, but as I crawled across the threshold of his home, naked and with my wrists and ankles cuffed, I was virtually certain I would find here the training and the introduction to real slavery that I...

I continued to kneel, eyes downcast, his cock and balls filling my entire field of view. I noticed he had become harder, from the friction of his cock over my face no doubt, but even more, I was certain, from the pleasure of literally rubbing my face in my submission. My suffering, whether it be enduring the physical punishment he had recently dealt out, or as now, having my very manhood mocked and challenged, was an unal...

A single oak leaf, the briefest sign that the summer was drawing to a close, ended its fluttering descent on the pages of Lucy's open book. Despite the month, the temperature was still far too hot for a lady of privilege to be out in the heat and so she had taken shelter, as she was known to do, beneath the large oak tree on the far side of her father's plantation. She exhaled slowly through her nose and raised a small ha...