Copyright © 2015 Naoko Smith This is a re-edited version of Chapter 2. I cut half of Chapter 1 and turned it into a new Chapter 3, so I've been obliged to put it in at the end of this chapter. (Chapter 3 is now Chapter 4, etc etc.) Please leave comments for me. Thank you! (Diolch.) "Thy time for my allegiance!" shouted a husky warm voice outside the ten...
Chapter 3: Safari In all my time at The Academy, I have taken only one personal slave. I never meant to. If I could have it my way, I would never have something so personal, something so indulgent. But this was different. It struck me. The beauty of it, and the exotic nature of it. I always told myself this was a business, that it cannot be personal, and th...
This is a story straight from my imagination. Any correlation between the players in this story and actual people is purely coincidence. This story may not be duplicated or re-posted on another website or in any medium without the written consent of the author Enjoy :) * * * * * Arianna steps out of the shower and looks at the clock. 5:45pm. She has just...
Notice: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. This is a sexually explicit story and if this material offends you or you are under the l...
With a groan I woke up and looked around. I didn’t see anyone in the room and guessed that Arianna had slipped back to New Orleans to take care of some business while I was unconscious. I lay back in the bed to wait on her to return and looked around the room. Surprisingly there was no sign of the usual medical equipment, no heart monitor or oxygen or anythi...
Thank you for the feedback and votes. ***** Hanyan clung to Clair's shoulders and sobbed. The bustle of the last few days, the news that his father would be going to war, the dim knowledge that his other father had died in war, had brought back all the anxieties he had suffered from when his mother had left. Clair knelt patiently on the sitting-room floor...
Author's note: It had always been my intention to write a second book, using the main characters, specifically Bella and David in the continued ongoing saga. Unfortunately, circumstance made that very difficult for me, which some of you may, or may not be aware of having read my updated profile. It is very, very difficult for me to write now, so I cannot do...
This is for only those of you who are into navel fetish/play/torture. Enjoy. ***** She was nude, stark naked on a hard surface. Her arms were outstretched over her head and bound together by a tight rope. Her legs were spread wide, ankles tied to posts. The surface beneath her was cold and unyielding. The room was dimly lit and it smelled of musty, dank ai...
Adam Stanford sighed as he sat inside the office of Dr. Yasmin Hussein on the third floor of the Bank Street office building overlooking Parliament Hill. Located in downtown Ottawa, the good doctor's office was in a prime location. Tall, lean and athletic, with dark brown skin and curly Black hair, Adam Stanford was a fine specimen of man, but he was also tr...
(After some hiatus, I've returned to writing. In light of having a more busy job life of, well, writing, I've decided to focus on actually finishing some of these scenarios rather than having the originally intended 50-100 endings. I've always intended to have a focus on choice, but honestly, I just don't have time for that. So! Over the next couple months e...