Wednesday, July 11, 2018


 The silence was deafening.  The date had gone well, everything was perfect.  It had been a night to remember and she had eagerly accepted Michael's  invitation for drinks at his place.  Neither of them could deny the attraction, it had been instant.  He had stalked her in the office for weeks, making up reasons to come see her each day.  He never understood what people meant when they said someone's face 'lit up' until he saw hers do it, each time he entered the room. She didn't hesitate when Michael asked her out, and she was as amazing as he had suspected her to be.  But had he been wrong about the other side of her? 
After several drinks and enough sharing to make them both comfortable he had confessed to her of his Dominant lifestyle.  She hadn't understood at first, but as Michael explained it she grew quiet.  Now they sat here, awkward and quiet as she took it all in.

"So you hurt people for fun?"  She said, looking at her feet instead of at him.

"No.  I don't hurt them, I control them."  His hand shifted down his leg, smoothing his slacks as he sat up.  "Well some do enjoy pain in a sense.  Spanking and things of that nature, but that is all a matter of preference."

"Oh."  He noted the tremble in her voice that matched the subtle shaking in her hands.  "I don't think I would enjoy pain or spankings."

"It's all personal choice."  He moved to her, turning her face towards him with his hand along her jaw.  Tracing up to the back of her neck while they looked into each other's eyes.  "It isn't rape, you would always have the choice to stop."

She relaxed in his grip.  He was sure he was right when he felt her pulse begin to race as he neared her, but she didn't pull away.  His lips brushed across hers lightly as he reached behind her and slowly pulled down the zipper on her dress.  With a gentle motion he pulled the straps over her shoulders, his fingertips moving along her arms to her hands to help her stand so he could remove it from her hips and down her long legs.  He took a moment to look at her and she was beautiful.  Her hands began to cover her body but he stopped her with a firm command to let him look at her.

Satisfied he pulled her down onto the sofa, laying her back against him as he kissed her neck.  His fingers teased across her skin, enjoying the curve of her body.  He caressed her slowly, as if he wanted to memorize her body through touch.  She tensed and relaxed, shifted against him and moaned, responding to the confident way he moved his hands over her.

She turned on top of Michael, looking him in the eyes, so unsure of her feelings still.  He took her and pulled her to kiss him.  His fingers laced through her hair, pulling to turn her to give him access to her neck.  The moan that escaped her lips was of pure release.  Giving in to the need to handled.  He knew that moan well and it made him ache for her even more.  He sucked a her heck, tongue teasing the flesh even as he pushed her up and onto her knees.   The kiss grew deeper, tongues twisting together while his hand roamed her body.  Cupping her breast through her thin lace bra, feeling those hard tips come to life as he pinched and teased them. 

She arched her back, whimpering in their kiss when his fingers traced across her stomach.  They moved across her hips and followed the crease of her thigh to that soft covered mound.  His own need grew when he found them already moistened from her excitement.  The desire swelling as he pushed his fingers against the silk covering her sex and pulled back to look her in the eyes.  They looked back at him through the haze of lust.  Her mouth open, releasing a constant low moan as he toyed with her.  Her body shook for a moment and he pulled her up and onto the sofa.  Giving her a moment to relax to keep her from the release she craved.

Michael's hand pinned her wrists above her head as he teased her body once more.  Caressing her sides up to her breast, squeezing them and tugging at her nipple through the top once again.  He hadn't undressed her yet.  The slow teasing through the close turned him on as much as the act of taking her would.  His fingers pushed down her body once more, working her thighs apart and moving along the edges of her silk panties.  Enjoying where here lips puffed out the sides, caressing them until her back arched. 

Leaning over her until his lips barely touched hers, Michael whispered his desire.  "Tell me I can have you."

He heard her breath catch in her throat as his fingers slid down along the silk patch over her mound.  "Yes."

He pressed harder, his fingers finding that hard sensitive button and grinding it in a slow circle as he moved to bite her lobe. "Say it."

"Have me, please.  I'm yours."  Her voice shook along with her body.  He moved above her, kissing her skin as she arched and groaned beneath him.  Finding his way down to that treasure and taking in her scent.  His own moans finally mixing with hers as he took his first taste of his prize, knowing it wouldn't be the last.

Story By: mystermitch resident
Photos By: mystermitch resident
Furniture Used: ::WS:: Cuckold Sofa
Models: mystermitch resident
Chel Eddy

Saturday, June 30, 2018


He waited for her, patient as the predator.  The tea she made was just as he liked it, the room smelled of his favorite scent, and the lights were dimmed in anticipation of his arrival.  All things he had come to expect in his visits with her.   The city loomed behind him, too far below to be heard.  Cars moved like ants and lights in buildings flicked like fireflies.  It was his concrete jungle.  Perfect for him in every way.

She entered the room slowly, wearily.  His eyes took in her feline grace.  Her motions were purposeful and teasing as her fingertips trailed along the flesh of her thighs and up across the laces of her corset.  Never once did she repeat the clothes she wore for him.  Always changing to keep his attention, no, to keep his desire.  Stopping to turn in front of him, giving a full view of her body in the outfit she chose.  He smiled and gripped her wrist, pulling her onto his lap.  His growing need all the sign she needed of his approval.

His lips brushed her neck, sucking softly at her pulse while his hand caressed her thigh up to her hip.  The quickening beat of her heart pleased him.  The contract of his skin against hers always added to his desire to undress her quickly, but tonight he wanted to take her slowly.  His fingers teased down her leg, then up again.  Making light trails that raised goosebumps over her flesh and brought trembles to her breath as it brushed across his ear.

"You look lovely tonight girl."  he said as he pulled her closer, feeling her weight shift onto his lap while his arms wrapped around her.

"Thank you, Sir."  Her eyes beamed with delight.  He wasn't sure if it was from the compliment, or the sudden embrace that had pleased her.

His lips brushed along her jaw and across to her lips.  Kissing her at last and feeling her relaxing against his chest.  The kiss was long, tender, and caring.  The predator in him growled but he pushed it back.  She was his, but he had learned her needs and signals.  The care she showed tonight was the care she needed from her Sir.  To be wanted and needed, but also safe and cared for.  Claiming her had been his choice, and with it came the responsibility to take care of those needs as well.

He let his hands guide her, moving her to straddle his leg more as they kissed.  Soon she relaxed more and he could feel the heat beginning to radiate off of her through his pants.  He pulled her back to look her in the eyes, the tenderness in her own transitioning to lust as her hips rolled and ground the silk covering over her mound against his leg.  He brushed his hand through her hair and cupped her face.  His eyes never left hers as she bit her lip to stifle the moans that tried to escape.  Her hands gripped his jacket for support while her body responded to his tender touch.

Stopping her against the protest in her eyes, he helped her to the floor and raised her arms above her head.  "There is time girl.  I am staying the night."  Her eyes lit up at the information.  The lust briefly replaced by a wide grin and one small tear from her eye.   His fingers swept away the tear and continued to caress down her neck and across her chest.  He watched her back arch and the breath catch in her throat when he ran his hand over the top of her breast. 

"Sir, may I please you first?"  Her eyes shown a need in them to provide for him.  To give to him everything she could.  He rested back in the chair and simply nodded to her, watching the corner of her lips curl into a smile.

Her fingers ran up his pant covered leg, nails raking gently to awaken his nerves as she leaned forward and kissed him again.  His moan muffled in that kiss when her fingers brushed across his swollen bulge.  It jumped and strained against the fabric to be in her hand while she rubbed it beneath her palm.  He pulled her back, watching her eyes as her fingers moved to work at his belt.  They never looked away as she freed him from his pants.  His eyelids lowered only half way when his back arched at the pleasure of her touch.

"Thank you, Sir.  Let me show you how happy I am tonight." 

He watched as her head lowered down to his throbbing shaft.  The beast within him growling to be freed, but for tonight the prey would have her way.

 Story by:  mystermitch
Photos by: mystermitch
Models: mystermitch
mahogany soulstar
Furniture Used: ::WS:: Domination Throne - M/f

Wednesday, June 20, 2018


He caught her attention as soon as he entered the room.  The leather jacket, faded, ripped jeans, and his boots all looked out of place in the ballroom.  Jasmin crossed to him quickly, telling herself it was to usher him out before he could disrupt the party, but the tingling down her spine told her she wanted much more than that.  His boots clicked on the floor, pointed toe, snake skin, worn and comfortable.  She admired them longer than she meant to, thinking of the texture of the leather and wondered what his foot would look like.

She blushed when his eyes caught hers.  Listening to him explain that his car had broken down and he couldn't afford a taxi.  His smile was nice, personality was charming, and she found herself laughing at the silly jokes he stumbled over as he tried to impress her.  Many men did when she worked the ballroom.  They lost track of time and soon Jasmin had to excuse herself to help the last of the guests find their coats and call a few taxis for those who shouldn't drive.  Try as she might, she couldn't help but steal glances at him there, her eyes always drifting back to his feet.

He seemed surprised when she offered him a ride, and even she was surprised when instead of taking him home she turned towards her apartment.  His hand found her leg, caressing her thigh which was now exposed from the slit in her dress.  A chill ran up her spine, which he noticed and she tried to explain away as the cool night air.  He leaned over and kissed her, her heart raced as their tongues played against each other.  Her breath caught in her chest as he explored her leg and brushed his fingertips across her silk covered lips.  She hadn't planned on this, and her long tight dress really looked much better without the panty lines.  Now she wished she had chosen to go without.

They fell through her door a tangled mess of legs and arms fighting to get each other's clothes off.  Her dress fell away and she bent to pull off his boots.  The smell of them filled her senses and she trembled and took his feet in her hands.  Massaging them, rubbing small circles along the sole while looking into his eyes.

Pulling his feet up, resting one on each side of her face as she watched him recline back onto his elbows.  Jasmin smiled to him as she began to gently rub her face on the side of his large feet.  Kissing up the side and sucking in his big toe, watching his head roll back as she teased it in swirls of his tongue.  Her eyes stayed on his while she sucked each toe into her mouth, one by one.  His back arched as she gave him attention and she couldn't deny the heat rising from her core as she worshiped his feet.

"Jesus, Jasmin.." Those were the only words he spoke as she lifted his feet and surrounded her head.  Smiling at him as she took in the feel of him against her cheeks, the smell of his flesh, the taste of him again as she teased her tongue from his sole to his ankle.

"Hush, Love.  This is all about me."  Her fingers slide down her body, cupping her breast and pinching her nipple as she rubbed her face against his sole.  Her eyes never leaving his, only darkening in lust while she bit her lip to stiffle the soft moans.   That became impossible when her fingers reached the damp fabric of her panties.  she closed her eyes, sucking in  toe again and groaning when she pressed against her clit.

Biting his toe and looking at him again with a wicked grin, the stood and pulled his foot between her thighs.  "Baby I need you."  He nodded in understanding as his foot began to tease along her panties, pressing harder against the thin material when she ground down onto him.  Her head falling back, hips rocking and back arched in the pleasure of the moment.

Jasmin couldn't deny the longing building up at her core.  Her knees were getting weak and her body trembling as he worked back and forth against her silky wet mound.  His toes pushed the material between her lips, letting her slide back along the ridge of his foot with more direct pressure against her swollen clit.

He stood, causing a whimpered pout of regret to escape her lips.  She was so close and her body ached to be pleased.  He moved quickly, pushing her down in front of he and shoving his foot back between her thighs.  It was so sudden the groaned out gasp even surprised her as she wrapped her arms around his thigh and began humping herself along his foot and ankle.

In her heat she barely registered the sound of the zipper being pulled down, but she knew he had her and she would do anything for the man in those snake skin boots.

Story by: mystermitch resident
Photos by: mystermitch resident
Models: mystermitch resident
Chel Eddy
Furniture used: ::WS:: Foot Fetish Shoe Rack

Thursday, May 31, 2018


Hey gang.  It's time for a review.  I know you love the hot stories, but if you want to make hot stories of your own you need the right equipment, and WS is always putting out the best stuff to fill out your collection.  This time is no different.  It's the ::WS:: Foot Fetish Shoe Rack

 The shoe rack is well built and as always comes with a color changing HUD so you can match it to your home or playroom.  It also comes with props that can be added to the rack to flesh out the fun make it all your own.  The menu can give you options of shoes, sex toys, nylons, etc. 

The menu has a nice selection of choices for both dominant and submissive, including solo animations for those who like alone time with all those sexy shoes.  The punishment menu is fun for when you catch your sub trying on shoes they aren't supposed to have, or stick to the foot worship menu that really gives the meaning to the Foot Fetish side of the rack.  As with everything, the animations are well done and the menu is clear and simple to use.  The other great thing is the aftercare menu, which so many forget in sex furniture.  Great to use after delving through the sex menu options.

There are both Femdomme and Maledom selections in the menu so no one is excluded.

I enjoyed my time playing with the ::WS:: Foot Fetish Shoe Rack.  It is versatile and customizable enough to meet anyone's expectations.  There is no doubt in my mind that if you are into feet, this is the rack for you.  And if you aren't, it can still  be a fun thing to have in your closet.  I know it will get used well in mine.

I am going to give the ::WS:: Foot Fetish Shoe Rack a solid 4 out of 5 cocks up.
Until next time, keep those freak flags flying.


Story by: MysterMitch Resident
Photos by: MysterMitch Resident
Models:  MysterMitch Resident
starlight Brandi
Furniture: ::WS:: Foot Fetish Shoe Rack

Saturday, May 19, 2018


Trevor entered the room with soft steps.  Even in the dim light he could see her there, waiting in the cage where he had left her.  She was pensive, tired, and wanting.  That was what he wanted, to see the hunger grow in her eyes from anticipation long past the point of breaking.  He could smell the musk of her arousal in the air.

He circled the cage, watching her with keen interest.  She watched him too, the rise and fall of her chest quickening the nearer he approached the metal bars.

"Turn around, ass to the bars."  He kept his voice firm and commanding.  No need to shout or push, she was ready to do as she was told now.  The desire having replaced any need to be bratty or resistant.  She turned her self quickly, feet pushing between the bars as she backed herself against the cool metal rods.  

His fingers raked along her skin, teasing her back and thighs.  Kneeling behind her, this enjoyment swelled in his pants when he squeezed her round cheeks.  The wetness of her panties so very apparent to the eyes, and the brush of his fingers across their silk fabric.  Her breath caught in her chest, body shuddering when his digit teased along her barely covered lips.  She dropped her head down, moaning and pushing harder against the cage while he teased her in light caresses that only served to push her more.

"Is my girl ready to pay for her behavior?"  He pushed harder against her soft mound, feeling her grind against his palm.

"Yes Sir.  Anything Sir wishes."  Her words were  muffled, mouth pressed into the bend of her arm as he continued to tease her relentlessly.

"I will remember that."  His smile widened as he stood, pressing himself against the cage and looking down at her.  She moved quickly, hand reaching for his pants.  His aching member throbbed as she touched it through the fabric.  Playing with it's length while looking up into his eyes.

"May I have it Sir?"  Her eyes begged more than her words.  Fingers trying to wrap around it's girth but unable while covered.

"Yes girl,  take it out."  

"Thank you Sir!" The eagerness in her voice was duplicated by the speed her fingers moved to his zipper.  Pulling it down with a tug, her fingers parted the metal teeth and felt for the opening in his boxers.  He never looked from her eyes, seeing the lust there when she finally took him in her grip let him know she was the right one for him.

His eyelids closed a bit as waves of pleasure traveled up his spine.  Her fingers worked their magic along his length, her own smile there at the way he affected him.  It took effort for him to stand still, not giving in to how much he wanted to move his hips in reaction to her touch.   He bit his lip, stifling a moan that she wanted.  His every thought on what would push her need.

"Is Sir not happy?"  Her eyes looked to his rigid shaft, speeding up just a bit as her lips trembled behind that smile.

"I am sure girl is doing her best."  His cheeks clenched, feeling his member swell in response.

Nodding, she leaned in, lips pressed against his head while her tongue dipped out along the fleshy underside.  His body betrayed him, rocking forward with a low growl of need.  He could feel her moan echo around him.  His fingers moving through the bars, taking her hair and guiding her closer.  Their motions synced around the motion of his hips.  It sent shivers down him when he felt her arms moving out of the cage, gripping his cheeks through his pants, nails trying to dig in and pull in through the metal bars.

He pulled away, reluctantly, but firmly.  Watching her eyes rise to his again as her hand wiped away the saliva that had run down her chin.  She turned around without a word between them, backing herself to the cage once more.  The offering was simple and direct as her fingers pulled aside the thin silk covering her sex.

"Yes," he thought as he kneeled behind his girl, "she is definitely the right one for this."

Story By:  MysterMitch Resident
Furniture Used:  ::WS:: La Cage
Photos by:  MysterMitch Resident

Sunday, May 6, 2018


I wasn't in the waiting area long before the receptionist called my name " Mr Montgomery will see you now ", I followed her to an office door which she held open for me.

He was sitting  behind  the desk  leaning back in his leather chair. He pointed  " Take a seat Miss Pearl"

His eyes flickered back to his laptop and he continued typing, seemingly ignoring me. I watched him type, each stroke of the keyboard firm and measured. His suit fitted him well and his broad chest strained at his shirt. I found myself wondering if his caresses were as firm as his keystrokes. I flushed as he  suddenly looked up sharply and then went back to typing.

 I sat quietly, trying not to disturb him. I was here for interview not to daydream.Uneasily I fidgeted in my chair.
Eventually he looked up." Bored?" he asked sharply.

" No.. no not at all" I managed to stammer, blushing.
" Hmmm" He closed his laptop and leaned towards me across the desk."  Well let's see what you've got".

I blinked." What I've got?" 

" Work, Miss Pearl. Your resume. I have  the copy you sent."

" Oh". I smiled, feeling foolish.

He looked over the document and asked a few questions about places I'd worked and past employees.

" Shorthand?" I shook my head slightly " Well a little", I admitted ,"self taught though" 

He had a presence about him that had  me sitting on the edge of my seat, and I  felt very unsettled under  his gaze"

" Some would be useful," he affirmed ," but I'm looking  more for a personal assistant than a secretary. "
He rose and walked around the desk. " Dictation" he announced suddenly, pushing a pen and notepad in front of me." Take this down."

He moved to stand behind me. I was more used to a tablet, but I like to rise to a challenge so I did my best. Nervously I wrote as fast as I could and my hand trembled a little wondering what he was doing.

" No need to be nervous, Miss Pearl" he said resting his hand on my shoulder. His flesh was warm through the thin silk of my blouse and I shivered as he leaned over me.The hairs on the back of my neck bristled as his hot breath danced over them and I took a deep breath to calm myself.

" Not bad" he said stepping back. " Do you always wear provocative clothing in the office?" 

I looked down at my blouse and sensible skirt not understanding. Placing his hand firmly under my chin he brought me to my feet .Without taking his eyes from me he calmly tore open the front of my blouse, continuing until the blouse lay in shreds and discarded at my feet and my lacy bra lay exposed to his gaze.
He smiled at my discomfort. " Personal assistant " he reminded me.

He reached with the other hand and cupped my breast, stroking the flesh through the lace. Grasping my chin more firmly he pinched a nipple hard, smiling as I tried to protest through lips held closed by  his fingers.

" Checking the merchandise " he said, deftly undoing my waistband and slipping my skirt down my thighs to join the scraps of my blouse on the carpet.

Leading me by the chin he walked me over to the side of the office chair. his hand grasping my face  almost painfully.  Sitting, he bent me over his lap and ran a finger down to  my crotch, roughly fingering my lips through the scrap of silk I wore. With a quick movement he ripped downwards and the panties joined the rest of my clothes on the floor. His hand was warm as it roamed over my heated skin, caressing and stroking.

I was  trembling now, though not with nervousness. I closed my eyes waiting for the touch I knew was coming.

" Stand up" he said suddenly, moving a step back.

Disappointed, I stood and he turned me towards him. Running a finger down my thigh and  along my juicy lips, he took me by the chin again, and held it to my mouth. Before I could even think about opening my mouth or not he forced the finger inside and I could taste my juices mixed with his salty skin. I moaned slightly and he smirked.

" Almost ready " he said, apparently to himself.

My eyes closed, I sucked on his large finger, praying for more ,but instead  he ordered me to get up on the desk edge. I felt him moving  in front of me and he lifted my head to show me a thick wooden pencil in his hand. " Pencil holder" he said grinning,pushing the tip of the pencil between my teeth. " Here?" He removed it again, walking to the other side of the desk " or here?"

 I gasped as I felt the touch of the pencil tracing  my  folds, exploring them, slipping in a little as the juice flowed from me. I flushed with embarrassment and shivered with delight.

He grunted, thrusting the hard cold wood  inside me - only somehow it wasnt hard, or cold or..  Just as I realised it was his finger deep inside me he  stopped and  flipped me over, walking to the other side of the desk. I lay there, exposed to his gaze, my body trembling. I saw his hand reach for his buckle as he groaned " Little Miss Perfect". He  spread my legs wide , deeply inhaling my scent and moving swiftly on top of me, his hard member rigid, and his face flushed with desire.

I didn't get the job.I'm not sure I even wanted it. But I got to know the desk intimately over the next few months, not to mention some of the other office equipment, and " Dictation" became a  guilty pleasure.
 I have to admit it was the best interview I have ever had.

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