Guest story: The past that wouldn’t die – 2

Ladies and Gentlemen, the incredible Arnold Layne with the second part of “The past that wouldn’t die.” The past that wouldn’t die – Part 2 (These are my darkest fantasies. I put them on paper. Hope you like it. Feel free to e-email me on: arnoldlayne32@yahoo.com)   I returned home one evening at 7.00 p.m. … Read more

Guest story: The past that wouldn’t die – 1

Introducing a guest story from Arnold Layne!

The Slave Network – 2

The narrator meets the divine Mistress and finds out about her strange business model.

The Slave Network – 1

A short prologue for “slave network”. Main story begins next week…

Forgiveness is for the meek

Abraham stirred lightly before returning to sleep. He smiled as he thought about last night, sleeping with the woman of his dreams, Priya. It had taken him six years of planned effort to get to that stage. She was incredible, worth every moment of that effort. Last night was by far the best of his … Read more

May the winner win

Rajat sat at Priya’s feet, close to his suitcase consisting of all the money he’d ever made in his life, encashed. Thirty million rupees filled up the suitcase which, even Priya had to admit, was a lot of money. His life was a perfect success; he’d built one of the largest video game companies in … Read more

Mistress Sharada

I watched the clock as the minute hand slid down to 12:29. Less than a minute remained. For the rejection session. Today morning, I had dared to ask out the prettiest girl in college, Sharada. Literally every straight guy in college had a crush on her. From somewhere I’d heard the saying that if you … Read more

Office Crush 2

I had a ton of tasks left undone, and it was still 7 PM. At the peak of the stress, Priya came up to my desk and sat on it with her sandals resting on my leg; her other leg lingering over the keyboard. “I want to go home.” She said. “But you’ve done nothing … Read more

Office Crush

It was obvious from the first day she started in my company that I had a thing for her. She was the gorgeous new girl Priya, a fair skinned Bangalore chick with long wavy hair, a pleasant round face and a figure that God personally sculpted as an example of the perfect feminine form. Most … Read more

The evil babysitter – 7

“You must be feeling quite special now, aren’t you?” Priya asked the boy she’d just farted upon. “I never give little eight year old kids such a privilege.” “It was wonderful, Priya.” The little boy exclaimed. “When I grow up, I will spend all my life just smelling your farts until I die for you.” … Read more

Appraisal Meeting – 1

New series :)

The evil babysitter – 6

“You boys are way too young to even be thinking of smelling my farts.” Priya said, taking a seat on her couch. “But I guess it is good that your lives are brought on the right track.” “Someday we will even gobble up your shit and die for you, Goddess Priya.” The boys responded. “Maybe, … Read more

The evil babysitter – 5

“Hello, my little slaves.” Priya greeted the professor’s kids, all of whom had arrived at her house as per her new babysitting agreement with the professor. The boys looked up to her, wide eyed and awe struck, still believing that their babysitter was a goddess. “I suppose you boys have finished your homework already?” “Oh … Read more

A couple of shit eaters

Priya threw a meek, fat girl into her toilet along with a male slave who was already inside, waiting to die for her. “This will be interesting,” she announced, locking up the toilet door and standing over her two slaves. “Usually, all my shit eaters are boys. So it is a nice change of pace … Read more

Guest story – Goddess Suhani

This is a femdom story in Hindi written by LadkiyonKaGhulam. (update: also in English now)

Manhood, chopped

Ladies and Gentlemen, I proudly present the exceptional artwork of Vulkryps: (Click on the image to expand)

Mistress Chandana – 3

Chandana was back at home, enjoying a lazy Sunday all by herself, watching her shows on TV while sitting on my face and farting frequently. She didn’t care if I died under her heavy buttocks or if I suffocated from her excessive flatulence. I would just be another statistic for the number of fart slaves … Read more

Just Friends – 2

Lipika arrived at the classroom half an hour before anybody else. She hadn’t gotten a even wink of sleep, her troubled mind gyrating towards her encounter with Priya the previous day. Surely Priya must have been mistaken when she said “no” to her offer of friendship. Or was she? How could she get so popular … Read more

Just Friends – 1

A story of two young girls. One’s rich, charismatic and spoiled while the other is just..you know..like “most people.”

The unused shit eaters

“Actually, we don’t need to do a selection round with these slaves,” Priya announced, scanning Chandana’s house left and right. “But we have a shortage of shit eaters, don’t we?” Aditi asked. “That is the point. We may have enough slaves for us in this very room.” Priya glared at the girls to the side … Read more

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