As the empire corrodes our individuality and vitality, we continue in our drudgery in the workplace: same stupid catch phrases, different faces masking the same pompous, elitist personalities, the same ludicrous Christmas songs playing in an endless loop dispensing with spirituality and religion for the sake of corporate profits. However, as the same repetit...
He was new to Pittsburgh, from the West Coast. Making a brand new start, without his family dropping in unannounced. But sadly, without his lover, who'd left him rather than leaving the coast. At the mysterious advice of a friend from the internet, he'd come to Boyce Park the day he got to Pittsburgh. Left everything parked, and his phone not working to come...
Woman's Work MaggieWentworth pulled the heavy iron cart through the packed-dirt tunnel. The cart's rusted wheels whined on the corroded metal track that stretched into darkness before and behind her. She could feel the hard leather strap dig into the flesh of her thighs, and her back ached with the pressure. This was a heavy load, fit more for a hardened ma...
"What have you brought me? I am in need of cheering, my friend," Ben'hamin proclaimed with a grin. The warlord, Derix bowed to him in respect as he stood from the chair of state before the small congregation of warlords. "My lord, I cannot show it to you here. If you would end this endless discussion and go to your chambers you will see it. Rescued from poa...
WIC, short for „Weekly Image Captions“, is a project I started this year to post an image caption each week. The characters, scenes and kinks are often different from piece to piece but there are some reoccurring themes like Timestop and Mind-Control, since these are my own favorite kinks. Since March, it‘s possible to choose the character for an upcoming we...
Author note: this chapter is an edited version of part of my Literotica story 'La Contessa's Slave Girl'. Chapter 14: Il Padrino I lead the merchant, his wrists tied together, away to the cell. When I return I find La Contessa putting a blindfold of white silk over Becky's mask. "Can you see girl?" "No, madam," she replies, breathless and nervous. La Co...
“So…what should we call you?” “A slave girl may be called by whatever name the Master pleases” she said. It was a standard answer, probably drilled into her from hours of repetition. I nodded and fixed myself a drink as she looked on, probably unsure of what to do. “What did your previous Master call you?” Her voice was low and cracking…”You are my first own...
Abby sat in an internet cafe, close to work typing in the code that gave her the allotted internet time she had paid for. The bare minimum of one hour. The knots that had formed in her stomach twisted once more, and she took her shaky hands from the keyboard and looked around furtively. Kids wagging school hammered at keyboards as they played MMORPG's and se...
This story is taken from part of a dream I keep having. I just want to thank LaRascasse for editing this and giving me ideas! Enjoy, G Give thy thoughts no tongue. Hamlet. ACT I Scene 3. "But Mama, I want to go on the hunt!" Thessa pouted and looked up at her mother with large brown eyes. Jolena shook her head and pushed back the unruly curls of her...
I love the County Fair! I had been a "County Fair Princess" in my teens. And even when I wasn't an ambassador for the County, I worked every year at the fair; registering participants, clerking for judges, setting up displays. I loved the fair early in the morning. When the animal people were just waking up with their show animals. The chill in the air, the...