Tuesday morning, Kelly instituted a change in our routine. Before our shower, she replaced the leather collar with the combination lock gold chain given me when I flew back for my home office meeting. "You will essentially be wearing this chain 24/7 from now on, little one. It really is a piece of jewelry and will ride below the leather collar when you are w...
The return from the West Coast trip marked a turning point for Jen. Her relationship with Wendy had changed, and the change was permanent. Firstly, on a professional level, the two women had built up a close working partnership. Jen was learning to anticipate Wendy's needs and was rapidly becoming her right hand, her indispensable aide. And it wasn't just t...
Teresa, exhausted after watching the video that she had discovered the previous night, had fallen asleep almost as soon as her head touched the pillow. Anticipating that Jenni might be returning by the morning to greet Teresa, she was disappointed to wake up to a empty room, with barely an hour to spare before the first lecture of the day. Deciding that she...
Author's note: This is part of a series of stories about Jacqueline DeNorlan, a famous sculptor and part-time security expert and her submissive, a young Assistant District Attorney named Victoria Lerner. This story takes place a few months before the events in my story "Get A Room", also published here at literotica. As always I crave feedback via the CONT...
I don't know what it is that draws me to women in uniform. Maybe it's the way that they are cut to make them stand tall and proud. Or perhaps it's what the uniform itself symbolizes. Power. Raw power. I love making powerful people get down on their knees, and love making them beg. That's probably why my ex was a former Canadian Naval officer. She spent her d...
It had been a long day. Work was hard, traffic was a nightmare and the only thing that made it worth it in the end was coming home to my slut. Unfortunately for her, she had made the mistake of leaving a few dishes out around the house last night, so her punishment had been served out through the day. And that was where I found her when I came home. The hous...
I awakened Saturday morning alone in bed, glanced at the clock and was shocked to see it was after ten. My ankle cuff was still attached to the foot of the bed. I had to pee. "Mistress Kelly!" I called. I soon heard footsteps. "Good morning, sleepyhead." I expected Kelly, of course, so was somewhat surprised to see Sam, naked, except for the ever-present co...
When you meet the right person, you can allow yourself to fall knowing that they will catch you... Emerging from the Taiwanese drink shop holding a purple taro shake in one hand while grabbing her sunglasses from her shirt collar with the other, CJ quickly shields her green eyes from the bright sun as her cell phone buzzes to life inside her pocket. Answeri...
NOTES: Special thanks to all of you who emailed to inform me of a HUGE mistake on the airplane. "Pour Some Sugar On Me" is by Def Leppard, not Led Zepplin. I hope it won't be another 6 months before the next chapter. Thank you ALL for being patient. If you want to be apprised of future chapters, send me some feedback and make that notation. You can also find...
Yes this is a true story, any comments please mail me at the link below. Chapter One We had met at a party a few weeks ago. I shall remember it forever. She was a girl who could make me laugh and was really great fun. She had a very self-assured manner, which she used to dominate the conversation from the very beginning. I liked that about her straight awa...