The first time I was ever tied up occurred right after I graduated college and moved into an apartment. The day I moved in, my new next door neighbors were happy to introduce themselves. Katherine and Katie were two married women around the age, of, let's say a little under thirty-five. They invited me in for coffee, and while I really was just planning on r...
Adam awoke in a strange but comfortable bed. The sheets were of fine linen and the bedposts were large and ornate. He might have thought he was in a luxury hotel except the décor was distinctly feminine, more like a woman's bedroom than a hotel room. A redhead in a French maid's outfit was also in the room. His first glimpse of her was of her bottom (barely...
She felt him grunt in his sleep and it woke her up. As she tilted her head to look at the time, she felt the clink. The sound of the collar against the chain enveloped her; she sunk into submission as if falling back into a dream. It was 5:49am. He had been chaining her to the bed for a while now, not because she might go anywhere; she wouldn't. He just wan...
Sunday Spot woke me moving what little she could. I considered unzipping her legs and letting her pee inside but decided I still got a kick out of her peeing outdoors. I untied her front legs, and she raced to the back door, I opened. Spot ran into the yard and squatted and peed. I shut the door trapping her out in the back yard while I considered whether...
Loving wife stories: I just can't seem to get enough of them. I get angry when the wimp gives in to an unloving wife, I cheer when the hero comes out on top, I cry when there isn't a happy ending. Okay, maybe not. But I have always wondered what would happen when a loving wife, one who does things for her husband without being cruel, finally gets pushed too...
The Sun shone overhead, blazing down upon my sweat-glazed shoulders and chest shine like a bronze coat over a Statue. I continued to look for my destination, my end goal. But just like usual, it was not in sight. Just a seemingly endless stretch of dirt and path, going on for Miles. Whether I wanted to or not, I would continue to run. This was my job after a...
Little Red Riding Hood has lived in the same village her entire life. She has become somewhat of a legend in her hometown, due to her signature red coat. She has always kept one wrapped around her when she ventures out into the town, since she was a child. Now as a young adult, she continues the tradition. Every Saturday she takes a care package full of goo...
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CHAPTER 7 – DELTA NOVEMBER FOXTROT I was awoken to sound of the loud cheering outside my window. I blinked as bright morning sunlight streamed through the blinds, causing me to squint and bury my head beneath the blankets. My copy of 'A Comprehensive Guide to Slave Ownership' rested propped-open on the nightstand and a half-eaten box of Hawaiian pizza sat...
I wanted to grab a fucking bottle of vodka and chuck it. Or throw it. Or burn it. Extraordinary stress, huh? Yeah that is what I am feeling. Damn pissed off at Daniel. We had an argument last night about where we are headed and in the midst of it, he said we should part ways for a while. Part ways, my ass. I hate it when someone call quits to a relationsh...