Zack Sports and beer were an escape from Zack’s busy day, but tonight, Goddess Harmony corrupted his evening routine. He couldn’t believe that not only did he meet her in person, but she was friends with his daughter, Maria. Was she going to tell Maria that her powerful, rich father was nothing but a simp? No, she wouldn’t do that… would she? Zack did his best to rid the thoughts from his mind, which included more alcohol...

"Send him in," Zack Sharpe said from behind his mahogany desk. Being the CEO of one of the largest banks in the area had its perks, but there was never a day without a problem. His employee sheepishly walked in, and Zack motioned him to sit down in the hot seat. Dressed in a tailored power suit, and wearing designer glasses, Zack leaned forward, giving the employee all his attention. "I've been told you're having credit p...

Initially, Goddess Paula used my complete infatuation with her face, body, mind, and personality, but mostly my intense attraction to her perfect feet, to coerce me to perform some chores and personal services for her. Then, as months went by, Goddess Paula incorporated chastity, cross-dressing, and corporal punishment to increase my humiliation, obedience, and subservience. I am now at the point where I crave the rewards...

By the time Sophie came downstairs, it was almost noon. She looked like she had just woken up in her sweatpants and cropped t-shirt. For the entire night, I had been standing in the corner of the room unable to move. Every muscle in my body ached for release. I had made the mistake of begging Sophie for more than the reward she was offering. As a punishment she turned me into a lamp and left me there until morning. My wif...

I peeked out the window at every opportunity waiting for Sophie’s arrival. I had run out of obvious things to clean hours ago. Every floor in the house had been vacuumed and every surface dusted. The bathroom and kitchen were both spotless. I had long since fluffed every pillow and lit candles in the bedroom. By the time 2 AM rolled around, I was reduced to straightening the glasses and mugs in the cabinets so they all li...

A love letter to My paramours and companions, who turn heads and arouse desires everywhere we go. Even the most certain, absolute in their belief they are Masters of their minds and urges, lose all reason and faculty in their presence. All principle, all knowledge, regardless of how engrained they may be on the mind, are effaced in those moments when the heart demands pleasure — a demand obeyed without struggle. Her name...