Wendy's Descent into Submission Ch. 01

Lyra picked her way out of the forest and through the front gates of the mansion, or what remained of them. The large iron gates had been torn off their hinges and thrown aside. A worrying sight. What the hell had Rain done? It was dark out but she was still able to see, the great many coloured moon helped a little with that. As she neared the front of the mansion she realised that the doors were missing. Wasn't there supposed to be some kind of barrier to stop this kind of thing? Had it been mistakenly turned off? She knew most estates outside of walled towns and cities had one, it just made sense when monsters filled the countryside. As she cautiously stepped inside the mana powered lights flickered on, dimmed, then managed to hold somewhat steady, then growing steadier. Her brow raised as she looked about the destroyed lobby. Furniture had been turned into kindling and anything loose was scattered across the floor, paper, lamps, broken china. Black burn marks were on every sur

Chapter 13 After Cheryl's ill-fated affair with the Colorado Guy, our marriage returned to normal with both my wife and I continually reassuring each other of our love and commitment. Left unsaid in all our conversations, however, was any indication that Cheryl would now be a faithful wife and put her promiscuous ways behind her. I think we both knew that the genie was out of the bottle and that it would only be a matter of time before my wife would be sharing a bed with some hot stud while I waited at home with my hard dick in my hand. As it turned out it was a little less than three months following Cheryl's break up with the Colorado Guy that she returned home from her Saturday morning workout at the gym to announce that she was meeting a guy from her gym for drinks that evening. For the past couple months, we had not used Cheryl's stories as a prelude to our own sexual activities but when my wife nonchalantly told me she was going out on a date my dick instantly becam

The following chapter involves a threesome with BDSM elements. All of the scenes are consensual. * * * * * The rest of the weekend remained uninteresting. And when Monday came, it was back to our routine of waking up, working and sleeping. But this time, we went to the office prepared. Zoey and I had to control our urges and figure out whom the hell were the ones snapping photos of us having sex, but that is just easier said than done. And, since I occupy a position of leadership, I was called in to the weekly meeting we have after the weekend. The atmosphere on the conference room was quite heavy. There were lots of rumors about employees using the facilities to indulge in their carnal desires. The Chief Human Resources Officer confirmed the rumors, and was adamant on her mission to stop that kind of behavior. She did have a fun time giving her angry speech, reciting the codes of ethics of the company and repeating that this behavior isn't tolerated within the facilities. She ha

I recently moved to a new area. I walked a lot because it was my way of staying in shape. I walked through the alley for a shortcut mostly. This little fat dog would run up to the gate and lazily bark at me and return to the back porch. One day the owner of the dog came out as he barked. She was an older woman, grayish hair slim build, but under her patchwork type dress I could tell she had nice curves and her tits seemed nice and round for her age. "I'm sorry" she said. "He barks at everything". "It's ok" I replied. As she smiled, I noticed she seemed like an older hippie type, her slender build, her straight hair, but her hips seemed nice and wide, and her unbuttoned dress revealed some space between her breast that aroused me. "I'm Jay". She shot back, "I'm Sarah and my dog is little socks". We shook hands over the fence her hands were soft, we smiled at each and I was on my way. Each day she seemed to time my walk

Note: This was written several years ago. I recently discovered it in my document archive and thought it seemed appropriate, given the increase in working from home during 2020. ------------ "Come here." I look up from my computer and realize it is nearly lunchtime. David is working from home today, and I wonder if he's hungry, yet. Maybe he wants to go out for lunch today? We don't get the chance to eat without the kids very often. I have lots of errands to run out for later, but it had been nice to have a morning at home. I head out to the kitchen to see what he wants. He's poking around in the refrigerator, and comes up with a bag of carrots. This puzzles me a bit, since he's usually pretty protein-oriented about food. Then I catch a glimpse of the mischief in his eyes. "Took you long enough." He points to the kitchen table. "Go lean over the table and raise your skirt." He smirks, looking at my khaki capri pants. "Oh, gee, you&

This is an independent sequel of the Nasty Tales series parts 08, 03 and 07. If you want to follow Lynn's story chronologically, you can read those parts in the order mentioned above. The series includes themes such as: dominant male, humiliation, non-consensual sex, exhibition and bondage. If you are not into these themes or find them offensive, please do not read further. If you are into these things, please put your hands in your pants and enjoy. ****** NASTY TALES 09: Mr Red The room was dimly lit. All that could be heard was heavy breathing. "I think I have to let you go," Mr Williamson said. "Sir?" Lynn asked as she was obviously not going anywhere. She was tied spread-eagled, naked on the older master's bed. "What I mean, Lynn, is that this will be our final session and also your final week in this house. My wife is starting to grow suspicious," Mr Williamson explained while his ice-blue eyes wandered all over her body. "Have I bee

In my business, discretion is absolute. I had come to know many secrets about 'my ladies' as I called the numerous clients I was visiting each week for their 'relaxation massages'. And of course, most of them were married or in long term relationships so had every reason to keep our regular trysts quiet. But it was becoming clear that women confide in each other surprisingly often. Unlike men, who have a tendency to boast about sexual conquests (often with considerable embellishment), women seem to me to find a need to share their secrets with one or two trusted friends, perhaps to offload some of the guilt? I'm no psychologist so who knows for sure. But one thing was certain, word was spreading around the town about my special skills and services. Recommendations are great for business, but not so good when you're basically fucking married women! I had niggling worries about what might happen if one or more husbands were to get wind of my wicked activities wi