"867-5309" OK, so it was stupid. I mean, yes, hello, I was eighteen, but eighteen's not too old to be doing stupid things. Who thought there was any harm? It was 1982, and that song played everywhere. Kids all over the country were doing it, and they weren't any dumber than we were. They were just lucky not to be in my area code. Sheila and I tried it, jus...
Note: The term "Master" is not to specify gender, my Master is a female and prefer to be called Master instead of Mistress. ----- Crackling from the fire filled the air, while the warmth from the burning mass of sticks and logs warmed our flesh. The night was quite, not even allowing the animals wandering at midnight to call out to us, and best of all? Th...
"And that's everything that happened Mistress." Sue bowed her head and waited for her Mistress to speak. Mistress V smiled, she'd already heard what had happened that afternoon in the pet shop from her friend Goth girl. But she was pleased her sub had been honest with her and told her everything, missing nothing out even though it would earn her punishment....
A Victoria and Jacqueline Story Author's Comment: This story is the sequel to "Punished on Valentine's Day". It might be helpful to read it first but it's not necessary to understand this short piece. I hope you enjoy it, and please let me know what you think. Rose. Jacqueline opened her eyes to the early morning light. Victoria was lying almost on top of...
Note: If offended by lesbian sex, discipline during sex scenes, people being worshiped as God/desses, intergenerational couplings, or professors having sex with their students, please do not read this story. To my Goddess: Thank you for living and being so beautiful and amazing. Janet is a good student. So good that it worried me that she started showing u...
I remember on the train that morning had felt like the longest journey of my life. The train journey to see my beautiful, blonde, 5,6, ex-girlfriend Zoe while my girlfriend was at home. Texting Zoe all the way there, every moment as I approached my stop, making sure she wasn't going to leave me outside her house, which is the reason she is now my ex and al...
When Catherine awoke the next morning, she replayed the events that had happened the previous morning in her head. She wondered how her little slave girl was doing and where she had slept that night. Her estate was surrounded by woods on all sides that stretched for miles. She liked her privacy and knew that the girl could not have made it too far. After muc...
Mia knelt on the floor, her hands resting on her thighs and her head bowed. She had been in that position for half an hour, showing patient obedience. Her mistress, Donna, sat on the sofa reading a magazine, her feet tucked under her, paying no attention to her new slave. When the door bell rang, Donna looked up and said, "Get that." Mia got to her feet as...
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...
I slowly walked into my single dorm room at the top of the stairs, exhausted from a day of meetings and classes. I was told that English majors had an easy schedule, but no one has a clue about the amount of research and writing you have to do. All I wanted was to wash my face and hit the sheets. I live in a house with six other girls, a sorority of sorts....