Femdom

The system had been introduced nationwide for all children aged 18. This was considered the perfect age - their bodies ready for tuition, but not so old they had yet been corrupted by bad ways of thinking of sex. The girls and boys were separated in to different classes; the girls to learn about anal care, the anatomy of the prostate, rectum, anus, how to penetrate without causing harm and whilst giving pleasure, how best to choose and fit a strap-on; all the technicalities, as well as being taught (as they had been since they began school) of the sanctity of Woman.

Leaving the Men's Chastity Support Group, Spalding Tyll started as he saw a familiar face exiting the Pain café's famous Tea Lounge. Following Spal's cousin, the brilliant scholar, Siddons Tyll were two pretty twenty something girls, giggling and pointing at him. And with them was an older woman in a somewhat unfashionable mink stole. "You see, girls, I became concerned about Sid because he was neglecting his paleontology studies. Yes, and wearing those concert tee shirts and the black jeans, and going to so many of your mixers.

"Are we there yet?" yelled a boisterous 18-year-old as he tugged on the seatbelt that was starting to leave marks on his neck. "Soon," replied a boy, merely a year older, as his impatient fingers rattled along the steering wheel. His entire body was clammy as he fidgeted around in his seat, trying to brush off his mild frustration. "Any minute now, honestly." The younger boy let out the biggest sigh.

That evening, the older boys had been very quickly adjusted. Due to bringing nearly nothing besides for comic books, the third-hand Chevrolet that would probably sink to Hell any day now, and two trash bags of clothes they'd been hiding from their money-hungry father, they were pretty satisfied with their new small space that consisted of two beds, a 15 inch 90's television set, and a fine elm dresser below the tele and an alarm clock that would awake them for breakfast and chores that Tina stated would pay them respect.

First let me tell you how about us. I love my husband Harry, and outside the bedroom I want him to have control and to provide for me. In the bedroom he WILL do as I say. I am not looking to dominate every part of his life only to motivate him to do what I want. (he he) This has worked extremely well and I do this with sex.

Chapter 1: Decree Absolute "Well, Mr Lawson, I must say that I have been very happy with the way that you have dealt with things." Andrea Braddock smiled as she passed me a cup of tea. "It's all gone through much quicker than I imagined it would." Andrea Braddock had been a real lifeline for my career. I'd had a terrible first six months at Havering, Wallace and Fulbright. A stupid mistake in a conveyancing assignment in my first week, and an even worse one dealing with a will just a month after that, had nearly had me out of the door.

Let Me tell you about me. I mean, what I want you to know. I really do enjoy the life I live, I wouldn't trade it for the world. It wasn't always good though. All my experiences have brought me to where I am today. I like to think I'm a great judge when it comes to people. I can spot a weak man a mile away and once i have them in my grasp I do what I want with them.

Some part of his mind wondered what had brought him to this place. His exact predicament was at once easy and difficult to describe. His face was currently buried between the thighs of one of his junior officers while he lapped desperately at her dripping sex. Beyond that, he would be hard pressed to say where he was. His mind had long since disappeared, lost in the sensual bliss that submission always brought him.

One of the more intense periods of my life happened when I was searching for a new Mistress. I guess having been used as a slut for some time, and now being without a vicious Mistress I was missing the pain in parts of my body, especially my balls...but that was about to change. Meeting Mistress G for the first time, I was pleased to see all her descriptions had been accurate, this being before the age of internet and email.

*ping!* Dominic looked up from his work and clicked on the notification. Meeting with Evelyn @ 5 PM. An end of the day meeting, with no other details. He swallowed. He'd only been with Phantasmic Press for a month, and was already getting called in for a meeting with his boss? This was either very good...or very bad. "Hey! Joining us for lunch?" He jumped when Alyx clapped him on the back, leaning in over his shoulder.

She sat and watched Owen for a few moments, on his knees at her feet with his legs parted wide and his hands resting on top of his muscular thighs. He was still, as she had commanded him to be, all except for the rise and fall of his chest with each ragged breath and for the twitch of his hard cock as he throbbed with need. The barest hint of a smile flickered on her lips at the sight of him.

My wife, Debi, had not always been a disciplinarian. Early in our marriage, I had begged her to spank me. If I could have found any reason to make her furious enough to get out the leather and go to work on my behind, I would have done it in no time flat. "I don't know, Raymond. That's really not for me." "Oh, c'mon, Debi. Just pretend I'm your son and I did something naughty.

Dedicated to Red. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters in sexual situations are 18 years or older. Franklin Swanson always knew he was different. He was a good looking man, tall with dark hair, an athletic build but not an athlete.

I own your ass...came Her words, echoing off the interior walls of my head. They seemed to bounce through my head, whirring around; the images of Her standing over me as I submitted myself to Her. I knew that I had never loved anyone like I did now. She almost commanded it. The very thought of Her made me want to do nothing but please Her. You are Mine and I will use you as I see fit!

The Owner knew why he wanted those wrought iron bedposts in all luxurious exec suites in all of his hotels. Those bedpost had many interesting functions. And he was utilizing one of those right now. He lay naked, wearing favorite collar, spread-eagled on his bed, shiny steel leg spreader holding his legs apart. Then he tied his legs to bed posts for good measure. And then he cuffed his arm with matching steel cuffs to the post above, wishing he could cuff both his hands.

Jamie was almost finished in the gym. Since starting his new job, he had been coming to the company gym nearly every day. He was beginning to notice the benefit of it. His shoulders had broadened, and his tummy had flattened. He smiled at himself as he passed the mirror. It was a small gym, but it had free weights and a few machines. Usually, no more than eight people were in at one time, but this morning it was just him and a woman.

Sarah drifted lazily to her big office. What a great morning. Her first meeting wasn't until 11 am. Her assistant had brought her a coffee and porridge from a café, and she told him not to let anyone disturb her for the next 30 minutes. She sipped the coffee and sat on her desk chair and spun around to look out the massive windows. She looked over London and felt powerful.

She squirmed; I loved it when they wriggled, and their smile, so often plastered to their faces throughout the evening, disappeared as the reality of their situation dawned upon them. She gasped and bit her lip, writhing on the soft, plush carpet of my expensive apartment. I put the King of Hearts onto the shagpile, causing her to give a sudden, sharp intake of breath. Her cute face framed her desperate worrying perfectly, her long blonde hair covering her bare breasts as she leant forward and looked up at me putting my third King onto the cream carpet.

Copyright 2011 Christopher D.B. Driving for a while east of the city on a two lane state highway, I easily found the turnoff I was looking for onto a secondary road. Several miles later and just past a cluster of grain silos, I found the next turn which led down a narrow winding road. I had no GPS system in my old car and hadn't bothered to look up the location on any internet map before I left my apartment, as the directions she had given me were quite clear.

Dear Mom, Thanks for the lemon bars. It'll help me stay awake during my property class. Tell Rylie that I'll bring back her mohair coat, don't have a cow. So you were asking me about how things are going with Spalding. I was so glad you and Dad liked him when you came up to school. I agree he's cute and has a good sense of humor, and Dad said Spal was obviously "

10/24/05 As I write this, my left leg is cuffed to the chair. I haven't been to the bathroom in thirteen hours, and Miss Stephanie has insisted that I am not working hard enough on journaling her attentions! The misery is palpable, I must confess. She spent most of last night teasing my poor cock to near distraction..."Now that you keep web journals, dear Goblin, the world should know what a bragging little worm you are, don't you think?

It had been a month since I had seen my sub. We had dated for a couple of months, touched on him submitting. He always claimed to want it, but rebuked when it came down to game time. The time away had opened our eyes, both or our eyes. I seen him for the true pain slut he is. Me for the desire to control, push limits, mentally break brains.

I was posting some photos to the internet the other day when I found one on my computer of Pam wearing a blue string-bikini. She once told me that the photo was taken by one of her ex-lovers on the beach at Ocean City, MD. From things she has told me, things I have heard from others and some of his letters to her, I have surmised that she had a torrid affair with this guy right after her second divorce.

She walked through the utility room door into the house. Her annoyance was plain on her face as he sheepishly welcomed her home from the couch. "Hey Darlin', how was your day?" Ignoring his attempt at normalcy, she crossed the carpeted floor in her heels and stood, arms crossed, before him. "You were drunk last night." It wasn't a question. "I did have a bit to drink...." "You kept me up all night with your drunken snoring.

I was standing, my arms stretched up to where the cuffs were fastened to a rope slung over an exposed beam in our cabin. I was naked apart from a collar around my neck. I felt a little embarrassed about how turned on I was in this situation, but we were both a little drunk and had been teasing each other about how fun this would be. After all, she had been tied up by me several times and we both really enjoyed it.

One weekend a month of satiny gender bending: an introduction Male/female - married -- bondage - femdom -- crossdressing -- sissy - gagged - tied - submissive -- teasing -- wife -- husband --------------- "Belts," you say, "fascinate me." I have no response to this. A large ball gag corks my mouth. I can only shake my head, feeling delicate earrings bounce off the wide black strap. You loom over me, tracing the outline of the straps across my chest, then bend to trace the ones securing my hips to the seat.

One weekend a month of satiny gender bending: The following month Male/female - married - bondage - femdom - crossdressing - sissy - gagged - tied - submissive - teasing - wife - husband -------- It was almost a month to the day. I could tell late in the week that her visitor had arrived. Her mood darkened and she seemed standoffish. Again, I am sorry for her menstrual agonies, but I had little to contribute.

On his weekend of silky gender bending, she delivers a new thrill. Male/female - married -- bondage - femdom -- crossdressing -- sissy - gagged - tied - submissive -- teasing -- wife -- husband --------------- A month later as we cleared the breakfast dishes, my Linda asked me: "Have you been a good gurl, or a bad gurl?" Yes, I could hear the "u" in the word. She had made passing mentions of some play this weekend.

Disclaimer: This is a purely fictional story, any similarities to real people or places are coincidental. The story was created as a Task for my Mistress, sharing it as well. I am not a native English speaker but have done my best for this my first story. **** I don't know why I enjoyed wearing women's panties at work. It had started years ago when I was in my early 20's and in a short but interesting relationship with a hot brunette named Eva.

I heard the door open and hastily took the panties from my face and saw her coming in, and then stopping in her tracks, staring at me. Blood drained from my face as I saw her face registering disgust and then surprise, before her features hardened. I could feel my life collapsing around me and my head reeled as the panties fell to the floor released from my hands... a desperate effort to alter the situation and save myself.