(This is a total fantasy written by me for fun. It contains spanking, humiliation, sex and other fetish. Please do not read if this bothers you. It is total fiction and could never happen in real life, which I am aware. All characters are 25 year old or older.) ***** The Morning It is a work day for me, but I am still in bed in my Master's spare bedroom r...
Copyright 2014 by Zeta All rights reserved This story may be freely distributed in electronic form but must include this copyright. The Possessed is a work for pure fiction and all locales, names, characters, places, and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or living persons is entirely coincid...
This story is the property of the author. It is not to be changed in any way, nor published or shown at other web sites without the permission of the author. Feedback and comments appreciated. * * * * * The drive to Aunt Martha's was relatively short and they arrived within thirty minutes. Martha too, lived at the edge of College Station. It was just far...
19-year old Mia was fidgeting in her chair, squeezing her thighs ever more tightly together as she waited for the bell. Eight more minutes, she thought; only eight more! Amanda--her Economics teacher--noticed right away. Truth be told Amanda was always mindful of Mia; always checking her out, if only out of the corner of her eye. It all started during the...
[This story arose from close collaboration with SplendidSpunk, to whom I am deeply indebted for his major contributions. The initial idea was mine, but after that, we shared equally in its development. Those offended by enemas and excrement or humiliation generally should stop right here.] I've had what some might regard as a peculiar life story. Raised...
This story is the property of the author. It is not to be changed in any way, nor published or shown at other web sites without the permission of the author. Feedback and comments to; James Lacy at the address in his profile. All comments appreciated. Things returned to normal in Mother Mistress's household following Susan's and Patrick's initiation into...
Author's Note: the third story from "The Island" series where we find out a little about Jenny. *** III. Jenny's story Episode I. A slave must suffer Hi! My name is Jenny. I'm 20, and I should be the happiest slavegirl in the world! At first, I should introduce my Master. My Master's name is... just Master, he is imaginable. He lives only in the mind of...
It had been a normal Saturday morning so far. As per usual I had made some breakfast for Sally and I, and while she started a couple loads of laundry I mowed the lawn. As I came inside the house, I left my dirty grass covered sneakers, jeans and tee shirt in the garage. I didn't know where Sally was, I just knew that I was looking forward to a shit, shower a...
Flora sat on the couch, regarding a large, plain box in the middle of the coffee table. It was the diapers they'd order, damn two day shipping. She pouted at the box, which remained a large, plain box oblivious to her grumpiness. She heard David's car pull up, he'd be so excited to see they'd been delivered. She sat up straight and smoothed out her t-shir...
Michael stared intently into his boyfriend's eyes, closing out their bill at the cafe down the street. Brunch was excellent as usual, but he couldn't wait for dessert at home. James and Michael were now two months into their relationship. And while they were definitely exclusive with one another, they were definitely fine with taking it slow. Michael loved...