NOTE: This is not my story. On my old blog I reblogged a piece by Sissy Slut Ally, however during the move to my new domain, the reblogs I had made broke. I have recreated this piece from Ally’s original, which you can find on her blog here: https://sissyslutally.wordpress.com/2020/02/20/my-special-day/ I could only smile at the grinning woman in front of me as she admired her handiwork. Today was the final
‘Oh you poor little thing, there’s no use struggling. I’ve tied up enough bitches like you to make sure you can’t get out, so trust me when I say it isn’t worth wasting your energy trying.’ When the young woman continued to wriggle in her bonds, Erica rolled her eyes and shrugged. ‘Well, I suppose I wouldn’t trust me either.’ The girl looked adorable all bound up in duct tape
‘Oh, there we go. And here was me thinking you’d never cum for Mistress. That’s it, little boy, you gulp that all down now. Oh don’t go giving me that look, there’s barely anything for you to swallow anyway. You Originals never did have much in the way of load.’ The man had long since stopped bothering to escape his bondage. For one thing, having been in the possession of
‘Hey there, Anton,’ said the blonde in a singsong voice, ‘long time no see.’ The brooding guy she leaned upon, in his ripped jeans and thickly gelled hair, sneered at him mockingly. ‘Fuck me, he’s just as pathetic as he was when we last saw him.’ If he was honest, Anton could not deny he probably looked pathetic in front of the queen and king of his old college. His
Sam had always admired his stepmother, Mia. Far more than his dad that was for sure. She had first arrived in his life in his early teens shortly after his mum and dad had divorced, and ever since then she had been something of an idol to him. After much deliberation, he had come to believe the thing he admired most about her was the power she could wield. With
‘Let’s get one thing straight, shall we? Your wife sent you to me for one reason, and one reason only: to train you. Now, I really don’t care how long that takes. A month, or a year, it doesn’t matter to me. She’s using your savings to fund your training, and if you are still here once she had burned through all of those I’ve already told her I will
As the elevator slid ever upwards, Peter shuffled from foot to foot in an attempt to contain his rage. He ground his teeth noisily and his clenched fists were pressed to his sides, white-knuckled and trembling. On the readout over the door each floor shuffled slowly by, while the hum of the elevator droned on around him. He huffed intermittently, trying to find some way of expelling his fury. He
Dr. Alex Stoke frowned as he entered the room. He had been expecting the CEO’s office, but instead he found himself in a large toilet. To one side stood a pair of pale pink cubicles, with a sink some distance away and a mirror on the wall beside that. More cubicles lined the wall immediately in front of him and to his left, but even so the room was bizarrely
Stepping into the office, Kent was shocked to see the woman lounging in the large red chair. She was astoundingly beautiful and with her in front of him it was like he could not look at anything else. Her thick black glasses only seemed to enhance how attractive she was, and she eyed with him with a stare that was bright with intelligence. Though she was dressed in a professional
Waiting patiently at the head of the table, Dean greeted each man who entered the room with a cordial smile. Naturally there was no warmth to it; he had little fondness for any of the men taking their seats, but this was business and it was only customary to mask one’s true emotions, even if said mask was all but transparent. He did, however, inject his smile with a note
