Chapter 5 -- Discipline at her Mistress's hands. Dream I'm under a table. Somehow I know it's a fancy restaurant, and I'm under one of the tables. Nobody can see me because the tablecloth goes all the way to the floor, which is good because I am naked. I feel a metal collar around my neck and see that I am chained to the table. People come and sit at the...
I had just completed my sophomore year in college. I grew up in Boston and had spent my entire life in New England. Now I was attending one of those prestigious but rather prim ‘seven sister' colleges of which my mother and my two older sisters were both alumni. And that was after years at a dreary preparatory school my mother, too, insisted I attend. After...
This is the fourth(but not the last by far) installment. There's a bit of lesbian role-playing at the end. Hope you enjoy the story. Look forward to comments. Thanks in advance A Tale of Gassy Lesbians 4 Ashley, ex-spoiled prep and the second cheerleader to fall under Veronica's spell, was rapidly coming to love her new identity. She felt confident and sur...
"Mmmm," Lisa said, nuzzling her lips deeper into Sarah's neck. Though taller and stronger than her girlfriend, Lisa found a great satisfaction in curling up in her arms. Sarah's soft, curvaceous body was full of warmth and security. "Y'know," Sarah said, idly stroking Lisa's hair, "Maybe you should call her back." Lisa's eyes flew open. The early morning...
From when I was young, I was always aware I was different. When I was a teenager, I and several girl friends located the stash where my brother kept his Penthouse magazines. While they looked at the nudes and thought how boys would be turned on if only they looked like that, I was turned on just by looking at the nude women. Many years later, I was at an in...
Author's note: This is part of a series of stories about Jacqueline DeNorlan, a famous sculptor and her submissive, a young Assistant District Attorney named Victoria Lerner. I want to test them out before thinking about writing more than the three stories that already exist on my hard drive. So, feel free to comment on the story, critical remark are espec...
The Lit categories are tough when the story moves across boundaries; this one gets more complicated. Some readers will respond with negativity and hit the ratings; oh well. I try to write for myself anyway. As one reader suggested: "The whole idea ----, is that stories open your mind & educate you to new ways of seeing & experiencing the world." Please r...
The place is not what I expected. The atmosphere is bright, glitzy, with an overall techno feel that seems almost cold. I had expected something warmer, more ... nurturing, feminine, I guess, from a place that caters exclusively to women. I wonder if this appeals to the butch types, and then laugh at myself for indulging in stereotypes. What do I know, anywa...
I knocked on the door, lightly, hoping against hope that it would not be answered. Cindy greeted me, smiling sweetly, with a typically unaffectionate kiss on the cheek, then took my coat and placed it in the closet. She turned back to me and smiled again, but this time it was one of her phony half-smiles that were always trite and contrived. She was wearing...
Nic came home from work and greeted her lover with a warm hug and a very passionate kiss. Andrea anticipated some body numbing pleasure when she noticed the gleam in her girlfriend's eyes as she beckoned her to the bedroom. She followed and was surprised when Nic grabbed her and dragged her forcefully to the closet. She was too shocked at first to struggle a...