The High Chancellor of the United Council of the Realms was extraordinarily beautiful, brilliant, and as her family history defined, she really did have a long, elegant, regal name. While descended from a royal family with a noble lineage, her ascent to High Chancellor was not by heritage but rather through sheer force of will, power and intelligence. Tall a...
It's been a rough couple of months, but I'm finally ready to publish this story. Enjoy! -YoursTruly101 ***** The Windy City has lived up to its name and its citizens have ventured through its busy streets. Grey December skies hovered over its tallest buildings as flurries of snow found their way down from the clouds. Gust of winds over Lake Michigan added...
The following week, the Hawley's went up to London again for the weekend, taking Simone's younger brother and leaving Simone in Miss Pauline's care. Simone was pleased to be alone with her governess. Miss Pauline had shared such exciting things with her last time, and Simone could not wait for bedtime. Simone went to her room at 9.30 and undressed. She loo...
[My thanks once again to estragon for editing my prose. I appreciate all the feedback and love hearing from you. Please write. I love the suggestions, but may or may not incorporate them in the story. I have no control of where my Muse leads me. She is a wicked domme. :-) -Tricia] Session XI: Caught in a Web I woke up on Wednesday morning to the vibrati...
Chapter One (September 1997) Angie stopped one step inside the Union Bar. It was Friday night, seven o'clock and already busier by far than she'd ever seen. Then again, she had only been at uni a week, and for Freshers' Week at that. Maybe this was the way ahead. Maybe this was how Friday nights would always be. Meaning bars jam-packed with students of a...
"Simone! Please stop daydreaming! Have you heard a word I said?" Lady Hawley spoke testily to her daughter, who was gazing dreamily out the window of the carriage. Simone thanked her lucky stars that mind reading was not one of her mother's gifts. "Sorry Maman, I drifted off for a moment. You were discussing my French grammar were you not?" "No dear, tha...
Wanda Catron stood at the railing in the mall, overlooking the food court. It was 4:25 pm, and the person she was going to meet had not arrived yet. Wanda wondered if she was even going to show up. As the wondered, her mind reviewed the events of the past few days. Wanda was a slave. She had chosen to be the slave of her former High School English teacher,...
The red Honda Civic rental car came to a halt in the dirt driveway. A small figure exited the vehicle, and sighed as she looked at where she would now be living. This was her first time seeing the ranch style house in person. It looked just like the photo the real estate agent showed her, and she was grateful for that. Weeks ago she had made the arrangements...
The Queen's Catcher How does your garden grow? * Author's Note I often get ideas for stories in the form of suggestions from readers. This one happens to come from a fellow author by the name of Maonaigh. Remember that name if you want to read some fabulous stories when you're done with this one. The suggestion came as a comment on my story about Bo Pee...
"Good morning, sleepyhead." Jude gently shook the still-sleeping Karen and, as she wiped the sleep from her eyes and sat up, handed her a cup of coffee. "I thought the slave was supposed to make the coffee," Karen commented contritely. "Well, normally yes but you were sleeping so soundly that it seemed a crime to wake you and you wouldn't want a copper com...