"I saw Cynthia Larsen at the grocery store today. She told me Jack came home to run the family business while his brother, Jeff, recovers from his accident," stated Brenda Johnson to her daughter, Laura. "Jack?" asked Laura, as she suddenly decided to place a can of peas as deeply into the pantry as possible. "Yes, Jack. You remember him, don't you? He's y...
Philanthropy This story occurred to me one evening, bored at home. It's a bit "not-normal" for me. Truth is, I wanted to examine a real asshole but with some redeeming qualities. The seed was planted, and I wrote Part One while in isolation because of COVID-19 regulations in Canada. I have all this time and I can't seem to focus on my professional writin...
Author's Note: Mistress Pepper and Sophie are "anonymized" versions of me and my slave-girl. The real me. All of my stories are (or should I say will be) my memories of a session with a sub. Thus, they are true stories. Only in this version details have been changed to protect the sub. I do live in Mobile about 10 months of the year (the remaining two I spe...
John took a deep breath to calm himself and glanced at the holographic image above Dana's engineering station that showed they at least had their shields up now. "Ok Alyssa, you're with me. We're going to have to repel boarders." he ordered brusquely. "Dana, try and get the damage to fire control repaired." "Calara, send out a distress call. Don't fire...
John and the girls sat around the dinner table having just finished a nice meal together. Everyone had been famished after working up an appetite in the busy day, but John noticed that Sparks was the exception and had only nibbled at her dinner, not eating much at all. "Not feeling hungry honey?" he asked her with concern. "I am," she said coyly. "I'm just...
They were having sex; Jack could hear the furtive grunts and cries as his best friend and his latest flame groped each other's bodies. And here he was alone, again. He thought that this camping trip during Break would help to raise his spirits. So much for that idea. Almost seriously he wished on the shooting star that streaked in a sparkling arc across the...
I received a hero's welcome at home about eight o'clock Friday after the trip home from Pittsburgh. The girls had held dinner for me, and were hyper-attentive to my every need. Ally helped me unpack and deal with my dirty clothes. She snickered that I hadn't used my gym clothes, and that I must have gotten my exercise some other way. Fran made sure I had a...
This story continues on from "Tim Ch. 3 -- Tim serves as a kinky French maid & is punished & humiliated.". This chapter works as a stand-alone story. * It was now almost two years since Tim had been kidnapped and forced to work as a submissive sex slave. In that time he had accepted his status as a plaything for rich women and had got used to satisfying t...
I shook the last few drops of digested beer off the end of my penis and looked over at the litter box again. Against the wall between the toilet and vanity sat a low-sided, litter-filled, plastic tray that must have been about four feet in length. The granules looked slightly used, but instead of paw prints on the surface, there were large indentations and s...
This is the conclusion of my MilSpec series. There are some parts that are summarized to a degree, but it all wraps down to the conclusion at the end. At least that is the intention. I try to leave it as settled but with the possibility of writing more if the feeling moves me. This is a work of fiction. The people are not real. If I name someone and get it...