It was a warm Johannesburg afternoon when the Andrews family moved in to the McDonald's old house next door. I was sixteen going on seventeen, enjoying my final few weeks of summer holiday before term started, swimming almost hourly in our backyard pool and then sunning myself dry. I heard voices over our fence, a family discussing where to put the barbecue...
Author's Note: This is a mainstream rewrite of my incest story, Sleeping In. *** That gentle little knock at my bedroom door always made me smile. I watched the handle turn, and then waited for Scarlett to poke her head through. It was a pretty regular occurrence whenever she spent the night over at our place. As much as I loved my little sister, she was...
He let her cling to Him, relishing the feel of her soft curves against His body. Lifting her chin up, He looked deeply in her eyes, His voice low as He spoke, “this is only the beginning, little one, the beginning of your new life, the beginning of your training, the beginning of you seeking what is so deeply hidden within you. The training, the things that...
my fingers intertwined with hers as we made our way to His room. our bare feet padded softly along the tiled floor, our silks rustled softly as we moved quickly down the hallway. she glanced over at me, smiling a little. It had been nearly a month since we all started living together, the two of us serving our Master together. He's talked to both of us for w...
As they stepped down from the last tread of the stairs, Rodger gave a gentle pat to Rachael's rear, turned to his left and moved across the living room carpet toward the fireplace where he bent to start to lay the fire. Rachael stood still as she watched Rodger move from her side and across the living room. She turned to her right, crossed the entry hall an...
One of the hardest things that my Master has wanted me to recognize within myself is the way I respond to humiliation play. To say it has been difficult to learn to admit that this type of play turn's me on is probably one of the most understated statements of my life. I am blushing even now thinking of the things in which Master so artfully brings me to my...
The meeting has been dragging on for hours and Vex is trying to pay attention, she really is, but the merits and demerits of a water powered pump engine for the deeper levels of the copper mine versus a refined white-stone powered one, or even one of these newfangled hell machines Percy and his little entourage of droll tinkers are so excited about, are lost...
It was late Saturday morning and I was already bored. Well, maybe bored isn't the right word. My husband, Will, had been on a business trip to a tech conference since Thursday and wasn't due back until Tuesday evening. Fortunately work had kept my busy enough to keep my mind off his absence the past couple days and nights. But now that it was the weekend I w...
William Carter leant back in his chair and stretched him arms up over his head, letting out a long sigh. It had been a long week, and yet here he was still sat at his desk when he should have been long gone. "You still here, Carter?" he craned his neck to see his boss Maurice approaching along the row of desks. Around ten years Will's senior, he got on well...
I'm not sure if I will write a follow up to this story. But consider this tit-bit an apology for leaving you all hanging with 'becoming a good girl' for almost a year. I hope you enjoy. Xxxx I have been in Berlin for Many weeks now. But I have seen very little of the grand sights that the pamphlets and travel agents and air hostesses promised. It's been...