My name is Arriana. I'm a sophmore at a large university, studying psych and art history. Fortunately for me, I am good at math. People say math never will help you later in life, but I have proof that it will--at least it did for me! My friend Vicki needed help with her algebra, and being a nice person I did so. She wound up getting an A on her test. She w...
****** Please Read This First ******* I know, I know, I usually don't bother with the disclaimer bits either. Blah, blah, blah, over 18, blah, blah, blah, don't read if easily offended, blah, blah, blah. But, just this once, please bear with me and read this one. Firstly, this is chapter two of ten and the story will only make sense if you read it from the...
After she got the email, she did as she was told- that is the point of deciding to submit to control. She downloaded and printed the PDF file, but did not read it then, just folded the several pages of it into an envelope. She took the next afternoon off from work, making a vague excuse, and drove out to the next county, where her friend owned a small rural...
"You belong to me now. You are a thing; a toy, whose sole purpose is to bring me pleasure. Say it; you are my toy." "I...I am...y-your...toy." The words still rung in Emmanuelle's ears, almost drowning out the sounds coming from the darkness: The crack of the whip against bare flesh; the gasps, moans and cries from a woman's throat; the derogatory words an...
Brenda sat watching the house from Hailey's car. The house that was still her home. Her home that she hadn't lived in for more than six months since the day that Jake's Aunt had arrived. They had parked discreetly but made sure that they had a good view of the house very early that morning which gave some explanation for the gently sleepy wheeze escaping rh...
Her white Manolo Blahnik stiletto heels clacked against the hardwood floor as Jill left the conference room, having concluded the final meeting on her Friday afternoon schedule. Though she kept her head straight ahead, Jill smirked to herself, as she could feel the stares from the other male VPs fixated on her pert ass jiggling with each step as she exited....
Why can't I see? That was my first thought, waking up on Sunday morning. My second, and much more concerning, thought was, "Why can't I move?" I could feel something wrapped tightly around my wrists and ankles, pulling them taut away from my body. I was face down on what felt like a bed, which I guessed was mine, but I couldn't be sure. Saturday night I'...
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...
Product tester required Chapter 1. The advert was brief and ambiguous. The successful applicant will be scientifically analytical and capable of applying testing procedures to consumer products. They will have experience in product safety legislation and familiarity with safety standards. Blah, blah. But no mention of the type of products. Joanne had recen...