I followed the mistress into the low stone room, behind me followed the slavegirl.. Dressed in an extremely tight & small French maid outfit, made out of some artificial fabric that looked & felt like a cross between silk & plastic. About her hung the pleasing odour of sexual need & her slippery inner thighs squelched as she trotted after us. Her ankles were...
It was ten days later when I was sitting home on a Monday night and the phone rang. It wasn't quite late, around ten, but still rather late for most of my friends to be calling. I answered with my customary hello and I recognized her husky alto immediately, "Come to me now." There was no hesitation in my reply, "yes, Mistress." I tore into my bedroom and s...
-I'm a mess. Of course I am I know what's coming. I lived it. This letter was meant to be for my daughter but somehow the demons of my past have taken control. Well, only the one demon actually. The one I loved. Claire. Unable to stop I've gone well beyond the point of no return. I will not be giving this letter to Leanne; it reveals things that have never b...
PART 2: DRIVEN TO THE EDGE The car jiggled slightly as two thumps resounded through the vehicle waking her groggily from a restive slumber. How long she had dozed Angela had no idea, shortly after though she heard the engine start, surely they were still winding her up, tormenting her for her indiscretions. Angela found it hard to believe they would dare ta...
My name is Louise Antioch and I am a female psychopath. Having antisocial personality disorder isn't a disease. It's a lot of fun to me. Trust me on that one. A five-foot-ten, plump, green-eyed, blonde-haired woman without conscience. That is yours truly. One of the free spirits out there who can do anything at all without feeling guilty. These days, it's th...
Completely naked and spread eagle on the mat, Martha laid there, absorbing the eerie calm that has settled around her. "What now?" she asked herself between gasps for air. "You're her Bitch now... that's what," her inner voice dreadfully reminded her. "So what happens next?" Martha pondered, her already weak spine turning to icy slush when she looked up t...
"The cab's here. Goodbye!" Jack kissed me and ran out the door into the rain, his rolling suitcase trailing behind him. I stood at the threshold, watching as he loaded it into the trunk and dove inside. And just like that, he was gone. It would be three days this time. Three glorious days. Don't get me wrong. I love my husband, but after ten years of marr...
(Warning. More femslash. Paris/Rory. The characters are not mine. They are the creation of Amy Sherman-Palladino and belong to the WB and the CW. The story takes place after my story "The Morning After". These events take place however in the spring of the characters final year at Chilton. Since Rory's birthday is October 8th and Paris was born in December b...
Our choir's next concert was coming up, and there was a lot of work to be done. One of the pieces we were slated to perform was entitled "In Remembrance". A beautiful, lyrically flowing piece, it not only had a gorgeous vocal and piano arrangement, but also an amazing French horn part. I have been playing the horn for twelve years, ever since fifth grade, an...
Stein's Girl: 4 - Room Service "In other news tonight, what was at first to be a drunk driving fatality is now being investigated as a possible suicide, though police have not yet ruled out other possibilities. Melissa Stuart, mother of two, was pronounced dead at the scene when her vehicle veered off the interstate and into a concrete wall earlier today. M...