This is the 6th part of a 12 part tale of a Lady and her stable of slaves 6. The Fifth In actuality Edward already had a possible candidate in mind. It was a person with whom he had had many lengthy cyber conversations over the past year and had even arranged to meet once in the city when he was sent there on an errand by his Lady. The initial contact of c...
Many thanks to angel love for the editing this story! * My name is Albert Breen, 34 years old, self-employed accountant and in most ways an average Scandinavian guy. When I arrived at an expensive two days long tax information course at a nice conference center I was surprised to see my old school mate Fabian Holm there. Rumors had him spending some time...
Chapter Four Godwin - 3749 C.E. Once again Paul had failed to notice the time passing while he'd been working in the laboratory. He couldn't be at all sure when he glanced at the clock on the wall with its antiquated twelve-hour period clock whether it was ten o'clock in the evening or ten o'clock in the morning. It would be a trivial matter to find out f...
The One Bomber. That would have to be his name. That asshole, Ted Kaczynski, had already used up his first choice for a name, the Uni Bomber, so he would have to go with this lesser selection to express the same idea. He was the One Bomber. The One that mattered, the One who would punish those who deserved it. Someone once tried to tell him that that Kaczyn...
Many thanks to Dennis for the editing of this story * I'm Michael "Mic" Wallmann, a married man in my mid forties. My pretty wife Marianne is two years younger. Our daughter Julia is sixteen and our son Melvin is fourteen years old. When this story begins we still are a typical middle class Scandinavian suburban family with fair jobs and fair house. Withou...
Ok, only a couple of more things and its home for the weekend. God, what a grueling goddamn day this had been. Stop and send the out going mail at the post office and load up at the liquor store. This is how I spend my time these days, work to keep my mind off her. Then drink until I pass out. Considering the last statement, you could assume that I am a ty...
I love written pornography. From the time I first discovered the written pornography in magazines when I was young, the written word has always been my favourite way to get off. And perhaps that should have been a clue to me, because I found out later that supposedly boys and men prefer visual material, but at the time I didn't much care. I only cared that r...
This story is very difficult to categorize within Literotica. As it is fairly long, written in nine chapters, I will post it the Novella category. It is mostly a story of love ... D/s, femdom, lesbian, communal ...and of three people, and their inner needs, as life brings them together and connects them ... or not. As with most of my stories it develops slow...
White House Press Room Reporters file into the noisy room looking for their respective seats. The White House Press sent out an announcement that President McKinsey intended to make an emergency address to the public. Once the news agencies received the message they didn't waste any time assigning reporters to the event. With the elections on the horizon a...
For the grand tour, Pat fastened Margot's hands and attached a leash to her collar, but removed her ball gag for now. "You show interest in becoming a well-behaved and obedient slave, submissive to the needs of your Master. You body yearns for the whip and for the submission of kneeling abjectly before him, willing and eager to perform any duty or indignity...