The room was not very large, maybe 12 feet by 18 feet. It had a cathedral ceiling sloping upward, 12 feet at the low end, almost 20 feet at the top, with a large skylight. It was mostly empty, which surprised Shelby. Several chairs, a padded sawhorse with ring bolts at the four corners, an old school desk and table, an armoire which probably contained the eq...
Backstory : It had been seven years to the day since we last saw each other. The memory of her still plagued me. Life had continued Yet this day was to be the day fate would conspire to bring us together On and For a very wet day! ----------------------------------------- Another restless Saturday had come and almost passed . It was late afternoon when I d...
Ah well, back to reality. The Friday was a busy day with lots of unexpected problems to deal with – easily the best way to take my mind off the evening ahead. But as the end of the school day approached, I knew I would not be able to stay on and deal with the emails I really ought to look at before I went home: I was too excited to concentrate. A sort of dul...
Hi, this is my first story. Please give me any kind of feedback. I'd also like to acknowledge all the stories, good and bad, that inspired me to write my own. Kudos to AsylumSeeker too for taking the time to edit it. --------------------------------- When I'm evaluating a sub, I always look at the eyes first. The eyes tell whole stories about their owner....
The following is my best memory of how I came to meet Mistress and commit myself to her service. The events themselves I distinctly remember as they were important episodes in my life and, as such, stamped upon my memory. However I admit to taking some license with conversation and minor details, as I do not remember them exactly, although the general gist i...
We were presenting in the same session of a business conference. Not a large audience, a few hundred maybe, but enough to be nervous about, to want to prepare well, and to want to relax with a drink after. Sally looked great - 30 something, blonde (this season anyway), with a nicely rounded figure, in a well-fitting business suit. I'd enjoyed her presentati...
Authors note: Thank-you to everyone who read the previous chapter of this story, your feedback is much appreciated. Again whereas some things in the story are inspired by my own life this work is purely fictional. When I woke up in the morning I was buzzing with excitement. I made myself a cup of tea and grabbed a bowl of cereal, practically dancing all the...
Caroline Masterson, was a senior negotiator with a Bristol based development company. Her whole life was wrapped up in her career. She was determined to be on the company board before she reached forty. At thirty-eight the clock was ticking. Caroline was determined that nothing would stop her reaching her goal. But there was a price to be paid for her single...
Nothing was next, well, nothing at first. After the swingers party, my hormones continued to flow and I felt like I did as a horny adolescent. Ted was the same old boring Puritan in bed. I found myself running to the bathroom after he finished his dozen strokes and pleasured myself into a self induced orgasm. Spring turned to summer and I was a model mom...
Eventually Doctor Riemen gave me permission to get up from my hands and knees. I was given the box that contained my personal effects and allowed to get dressed. It felt weird getting dressed in the main lobby, with the receptionist, and other Vineyard employees watching me, but the Vineyard is a strange place. They don't follow the same rules that we're ta...