James is a thirty-five-year-old history professor at a large state school. He’s been happily married for the last three years. His wife, Amy, is a corporate executive and is the breadwinner of the house. What you’re probably more interested in is that she’s a bombshell. Specifically, she’s 5’11 with CCs, a tight body, long blonde hair, and an amazing ass. Some say her looks resemble that of Margot Robbie. James was only 5...

"Fuck yes, a surprise early dismissal!" Jesse exclaimed, fist-pumping the air as the piercing wail of the fire alarm shattered the dull hum of his high school afternoon. He and his classmates bolted out of the classroom, a stampede of sixteen-year-old angst and hormones released into the hallway. The chaotic pattern of slamming lockers and squeaking sneakers on linoleum grew as they all rushed towards the exit. As the sch...

The next morning, Mark lay in bed, his body a live wire of frustration and unrelenting need. His cock throbbed within its cage, swollen, aching, trapped in the cruel steel that denied him any relief. His balls felt impossibly full, a dull, persistent ache that pulsed with every beat of his heart. Sleep had been fitful—filled with restless dreams of his wife’s moans, her pleasure, her body writhing above him while he remai...

The sound of her heels clicking against the hardwood floor echoed through the silent house. Amanda stood in the doorway of the living room, her arms crossed, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. In her hand, she held it—the frilly black-and-white sissy maid uniform, complete with the tiny white apron and lace-trimmed stockings. She didn’t even have to say a word. John, sitting on the couch with a beer in hand, froze the m...

The lock clicked shut behind me, and I stood there in the dim light, swallowing hard. I didn’t test the door. There was no point. It locked from the outside, and I already knew there would be no release until morning. That was the expectation—no, the rule. The spare bedroom was barren, stripped down to the essentials. A twin-sized mattress lay on the floor, thin sheets, no pillows. A small nightstand with a single lamp, a...

Amanda and John enjoyed the kinky side of their lives. To the outside world, John appeared to be the alpha husband and Amanda the perfect housewife. In reality it was anything but that. They had the perfect compromise with Amanda playing up on John's crossdressing fetish in return for her being able to cuckold him with other men while he stays completely loyal and submissive. Amanda kept John in check by controlling his o...

It was a wonderful romantic weekend getaway. We just had a wonderful dinner out. I teased John the entire time with a flick of his corset strap under his shirt. We walked the downtown, stopping into many places for drinks when we noticed a strip club. Wandering into a strip club would have been really exciting for John if I hadn't made him wear lingerie under his clothes. It's a first, John really didn't want to go in the...

Amanda’s heart raced as she handed John the birthday card, her lips curling into a sly smile. “Happy birthday, sweetie,” she purred, leaning in to plant a sultry kiss on his lips. The taste of her lipstick lingered as she pulled away, her eyes locking onto his with a mix of mischief and command. John hesitated, his hands trembling as he took the card. He could feel the weight of her expectations pressing down on him, even...