Female Domination

Trudging back toward the stables, Katy wondered if this job was really worth all the effort. She had had a long walk and now it was starting to rain. She was going to get soaked in the last mile. She tugged at the dog’s leash and started to jog back to the farm and shelter. She had been working at the riding school for six weeks now and the summer holidays were almost over. This was the start of her last week. The job wasn’t terribly well paid, but then Mrs. Johnson, the owner of the riding school allowed Katy to...

WARNING! This warning is possibly not needed for this particular story, but I am including it because it is needed for most of my stories. If you decide to read other of my stories make sure that you read the disclosures and warnings at the beginning of each story. All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be...

Note: I studied like hell for this chapter trying to get into the female mind, so let me know how I did. Its the longest ever at 35 pages, women show their feelings more than men so I had to write accordingly. The story is in the view of Rita, this way you can see all her emotions and stuff, and there is a section where the view is from the mom, so you can see how her cunning mind works. It did take me a while to write this, but thats because I was working on other stories. I will...

Chapter 1: Reparations For most white people, their knee-jerk, conditioned response at the mere mention of the word reparations is to scream, “My family never owned any slaves. I’m not paying any reparations! You Blacks need to just get over it, slavery was in the past, let it go for Christ’s sake.” For Werner Steven Miller, Steven to most, his perceptions were completely opposite. Steven had a deep-seated, compelling desire to pay for the sins of his hypothetical father; he longed to be the nasty pet of a sadistic Ebony Goddess who would subject him to her erotic demands. Given that...

In this part I have changed my writhing style. PS I would love to know who your fave girl so please comment is. ‘Knock’ ‘Knock’ ‘Knock’ John woke with a start for an instant forgetting where he was. Then he heard it again. ‘Knock’ ‘Knock’ ‘Knock’ but this time it was accompanied by a sweet and salty voice, “room service”. It was Rose. John pulled the covers off of his head in time to see her opening the in her maid outfit with a tray of pancakes and syrup. Seeing that john was up Rose gave one of her tantalizing smiles...