Posts Tagged ‘F/m’
Could it Happen?
Spending most of the year away from your Wife is trying, but knowing when you will be seeing her again is welcome. I enjoy BDSM and my Wife occasionally indulges me. This is a fantasy I have started having, Enjoy. Two months before my next trip to my Wife’s she calls. We update on all the little things that have happened and then she asks do you want a spanking when you get here? My response was a definite always. How do you want it? I replied naked, bound and totally exposed. She laughed, nothing new there you always want it that way, I presume you want to be in the diaper position with your legs spread wide? Of course, that’s my favorite. My Wife then asks me if I have had any new fantasies? I said yes. Well are you going to tell me, she asks? It isn’t much, only your Mother catching me in a compromising position. How compromising? Well I’m always naked at least from the waist down, sometimes changing clothes but a few times I’m tied up naked. Your Mother makes me explain why. I tell her I leave the door open when I’m changing clothes because I enjoy the thrill of getting caught. What about being tied up? I confess that I like being helpless. Your Mother thinks a little and then asks what do you hope happens if you get caught and by whom? Who do I hope catches me my Wife but the risk of someone else catching is always present. What do I hope happens, first I hope my method of escape is removed and my bondage tightened. Then I hope to get spanked, [...]
Beth and Ethan
Boys competed eagerly for places in the Cady Stanton Riding Program. Freshmen and sophomores, called bugs, wore drab gray uniforms and worked under the supervision of the Bug Mother and her assistants. At the end of their sophomore year, the bugs were assessed for size and conditioning by the Program Director, Bug Mother, and the senior jockeys. Most were rejected. Each year a eight or ten are found large and strong enough to serve as possible mounts. They were sent to learn about tack and saddles at an intense summer program under the direction of experienced riders and in the Fall, are assigned to a trainer. Ethan’s mother was deeply interesting in racing and his house was filled with racing souvenirs and paraphernalia. No one was surprised when Ethan tried out for the Riding program. He was known as a hard worker but a mount needed adequate size to carry a rider. Many were surprised by the growth spurt at the end of his Freshman year and his qualifications were obvious at the end of his Sophomore year. His mother had chosen her sperm donor wisely. That summer, he learned to bear a Pony’s saddle, bridle, and control rods. He was worked hard by the experienced equestriennes. He quickly gained strength and stamina to match his great heart. Ethan wore the blue and gold Suffragette colors when Beth, a new freshman, first saw him. He stood proudly in his tack and saddle. Sheridan, a senior girl, ordered him down and he dropped smartly to one [...]
From a Man to a Bitch
My wife Mary and I had married young. She was 19 and I was 20. We had our two kids in the first two years of marriage. I being a fairly small guy had what they call a small man complex. I was determined to be the king of my castle. As a result I was a tyrant to Mary and my son and daughter. When both kids were in school, Mary went to school and got her cosmetology license. As young kids they feared me and as teenagers they resented me. I forced them to leave and be on their own as soon as each reached the age of 18. They kept in touch with Mary but never wrote or called me. Not even on my birthday or at Christmas. While Mary was stuck raising our kids, I hung out in bars after work and cheated on her with any bimbo who would have me. I did work hard as a carpenter and did as much overtime work as I could get. I paid off my house in only 15 years and when I needed a new pickup I could pay cash for it. My wife and kids were well fed and clothed and I felt they should be grateful for that. They owed me for everything they got. Then one day disaster struck. I was standing on a two by four while trying to nail a roof truss in place on a two story house we were building when I slipped and fell. I fell 10 feet landing on a two by four on what would be the ceiling of the first floor. I painfully had landed with one leg on either side of the board and blacked out from the pain. Unconscious I then slid off and fell another 1 feet to the floor [...]
Miss Amy – M.B.A.
I met Amy in business school. We were in the same class and the same study group. It was an intense, pressure-filled two-year program. Adding to the pain was the fact that our class was 70% men. Needless to say, women were hot commodities. And Amy was the hottest commodity of all. The best way to summarize Amy was to say that she was a sophisticated and well-bred young woman. Everything about Amy was petite except her hips. Amy was just over five feet tall. She almost always wore high heels. Her body was quite slender and feminine. Everything about Amy was feminine. By that I mean her neck, her waist, her wrists and her ankles were all narrow. She had a pointy chin and a pointier nose. Her head was quite small, surrounded on both sides by beautiful, straight, long brown hair. It was obvious she spent a good amount of time on her hair; the highlights of lighter colors were flawless. She had long eyelashes and never, ever was seen at B-school without makeup on. Most girls with this sort of physique tend to be lacking in the breast department but Amy had a nice firm set of beautifully developed Cs. Amy had a snappy personality. I wouldn't say she was particularly vocal, but she wasn't quiet either. Her views on business weren't exactly brilliant, but she never said anything stupid. Her comments were usually well measured. She was the type of student who stayed within herself but projected confidence when forced to stand in front of [...]
The Debt II
Bangkok, Thailand A man walked through the door of the building. It was a filthy establishment. He looked to the stage and saw a young woman - sixteen or seventeen by the looks - being raped. She was fighting it, but it was obvious that the men would have their way regardless of how she felt. The man approached the bar. He ordered a whisky and got it, in a glass so filthy he was almost afraid to drink it. "What the hell," he thought. "If this doesn't kill me, the damn cirrhosis will." Looking at the stage, he waved to the bartender. "I thought there were three sisters working here," he said in heavily accented Thai. "They are up next," the bartender said. "In about five minutes from the look of it." The girl was choking. One of her rapists had shoved his dick too far down her throat and was having difficulty getting it back out. As the audience watched, she turned blue, went into convulsions, and died. To the man's amazement, at least half of the audience was clapping politely. This definitely was a strange culture. After the stage was cleaned up, three young women came out. According to the MC, they were sisters. They were Elizabeth (20 years old), Melinda (18 years old), and Amy (18 years old). Other than the man, they were the only white people in the Asian-filled building. The oldest one waved at someone off-stage and a man came out leading a horse. After tying reins to a ring in the floor, the man left. Elizabeth immediately sunk to her knees and [...]
Zimbabwean Revenge
Ever since blacks came to power in 1980 in Rhodesia and the country became Zimbabwe, whites who didn’t emigrate have experienced hard times. Years of white rule left the black majority with a taste for revenge and retaliation. Now that they have the power, blacks have harassed whites, especially over the issue of land ownership. White land owners have been threatened, bullied, arrested and had their land confiscated or “purchased’ by government over their opposition. Whites singled out as “troublemakers” and “racists” have been subjected to harassment and abuse. This is the story of one such couple, Erik and Pamela Pieters. When their land was “bought” by the government, Erik, working with a “radical” law firm, filed suit to contest the sale and get his property back. He also wrote letters to the “resistance” newspapers criticizing the government and threw his support to opposition political parties. This earned him the attention of the government’s state security forces. Pieters was brought in for questioning more than once. During these “interviews” he was browbeaten and warned to curtail his opposition to the government. But Erik was a stubborn man and he kept writing letters and filing claims. The word came down to intensify the pressure. He was again picked up, but this time he was brought to a camp outside Bulawayo, run by Joshua Mutumbami. The facility had been labeled by Western newspapers as a “torture [...]