March of 1843. London, England. At that time, seldom did the majority of the population know about the underground network of Dominant slaveholders, but every once in a while, a young girls or boys would be taken from their homes in the night, never to be heard from again. The aristocracy did not approve of this, but considering that it was many of their own...
-5- The next few weeks flew by incredibly fast. Brie returned from London, and between her bed and Dee's, my sex life was wonderfully full at the moment. Thanksgiving was around the corner, yet another day to deal with the 'when-is-Lynn-going-to-find-Mr. Right' drama that is my family. Walking into the mail center, my 'mystery blond' was at the standup tab...
It had been a truly crap day. Just about everything had gone wrong, from the moment she had over slept to her desktop crashing and wiping out an hours work, meaning she had to work later than normal. That meant she had missed her normal train and was delayed further. She finally arrived at her usual Friday evening treat of stopping at a small restaurant ar...
"That won't be necessary, Kim." "But..." "I know Mistress Kelly just told you to strip as I requested, but she also told you to obey all my orders, right?" "Yes, ma'am, that is correct." "Well, I am ordering you to sit down and relax." Turning to Sandra she said, "Would you like to sit, too, love?" "Yes, ma'am, I would." Melissa extended her hand toward...
I don't think I used any slang words in this one, at least any that were obscure, so no need for a list! Also pre-warning: Read the tags. I'm also writing with the assumption you've read past chapters, if not, it doesn't really matter. Enjoy and comment! ... It was on a Chill Day night, lying in bed together naked and staring at the ceiling, I chose to...
Darlene sipped her coffee, omitting the usual sniffs and ahhhs she indulged when drinking her morning cuppa without anybody else around. Her mind was totally absorbed with the embedded video she had just clicked on from the daily news roundup online. It was an antiquated broadcast of the show "Politico, Corrected" with host Roy Mahler from the turn of the...
Author's Note: I decided to try my hand at writing a simple story, in terms of both length and story, for a change. I'd appreciate getting readers' thoughts on it. Any and all similarities between the following fiction and real people, events, or places is purely unintentional. Angela stares down at the man. At just over one and a half metres, in a f...
'What a tender young thing. Wonder who she belongs to. Oh you silly cow, I'm still in the States, not the L.C. (Lesbian Confederacy) She'll be a free lady.' It was the first time I laid eyes on Amanda, sitting in the first class lounge at Kennedy all alone, sipping a Canada Dry, looking a bit lost. She had thick light brown hair that came in a simple style...
Chapter Seven: Between the shafts of a cart The hands of her watch showed a square angle when Cathy entered the courtyard: nine o'clock sharp. The sun was shining above Charissa, as it usually did in the month of Rose. The New State had changed the names of the months: instead of Roman gods and imperators, they were now named after the nicest Auronian flowe...
First to Terry thank you so much for taking the time to make my work worth reading. We all know I needed it. Ripley thank you so much for opening my mind to some different things. Jane Doe your writing is amazing! Please take note! The text in this story contains erotic material, including very graphic descriptions of consensual sexual acts, especially...