Chapter 4 – Caged Confined to her cell, Melissa's emotions flooded to the surface. She paced the length of the cell to the wall, then back towards the locked door. She grabbed the inner bars and futilely shook them as if that was going to bring her closer to freedom. "I don't believe this" – thought Melissa – "How can they just take my life away from me l...
Annie Cheng knew more about female sexuality than most could ever understand. It was the result of a chance encounter with the owner of the cruise line for which she worked. Quickly, she became addicted to the jarring lifestyle. She was a sweet, young Asian girl from San Francisco, well-mannered and hardworking. Annie's parents were immigrants and could ne...
The crop was laid aside after I had administered it the tenth time. It hadn’t been a harsh whipping, but your arse was red and pleasing to my eye, and I hadn’t broken the skin. I ran my fingers lightly over it, and saw you flinch, but you didn’t moan or say a word. I went to the cupboard and got out some soothing ointment, and from here I could see your face...
Note to reader-- I wrote this for a friend of mine. He doesn't live in the same state even though I wrote it like we do. He loves when I tease and taunt him about what I'm wearing and the things I do with myself or what kind of toys I have. He knows I can have that dominant side that could whip the holy hell out of him but a soft gentle side that likes to be...
In his office, sitting on a high shelf, there is a leather-bound ledger. He always refers to it as my ledger, but I have never seen the contents, though I am painfully aware of them. He likes to joke that the ledger is leather-bound and so am I. He always runs his fingers over the collar around my neck as he grins at the humour. It is a joke that never gets...
'Where...am...I...' As my eyes slowly adapts to the bright light shining above me, I look around in attempt to assess the current situation I am in but to no avail. Apart from the single spotlight above my head, I was surrounded by darkness, bound to a chair with my hands tied behind the chair together and each ankle to each of the chair legs. Finally grasp...
It has been some time since I have updated this journal and I am struggling to find the courage to do so now. Many things have happened, the least of which is my slide into depression and despair. Even as it hurts me physically I am going to detail the events of the last few days to try and relieve the mental torment. I had decided that the pretence of bein...
At age forty-two, Miriam Canalis had a body that many teenagers would envy. She was svelte and athletic, with a slender waist, tight abs, dancer's legs and firm, and round breasts that seemed to defy gravity. When she was younger, she had made a name for herself as a model. In my opinion her body was lean, toned, and curvy enough that she could still succeed...
I had been a well-behaved slave. I did not complain when I was not supposed to. I begged for more when I was supposed to. I had served my mistress for one year when she called on me, and had been allowed to spend the last two months as her house slave. Now, as a reward for my good behaviour and service, she said that she would reward me with a special treat....
Her fist stayed frozen in the air, just inches away from the door. It was waiting to knock "just once" as she had been instructed. Wetness trickled down her leg under her jeans. She was wanted to feel swollen. She wanted, for once, to just feel good. Her fingers had been her only release for years; before that, only the spoiled cock of her ex-boyfriend. He b...