Author's Note: Thank you so much to the reader who requested this story. I had a lot of fun writing it. It was definitely out of my normal comfort zone, but obviously with parameters that kept it within my interest. I debated putting it into the Loving Wives category, because of the content, but decided BDSM was ultimately where it belonged. This is a stor...
Author's Note: This is a work of fiction and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. This is just a fantasy. The material in this story is for adults only and contains graphic sexual content. It is intended only for those aged 18 and older. ***** I'm siting on my bed with my head in my hands. Tears are streaming down my fa...
Dear Shoeblossom: I met Mariah when she came to rent a room from me some time last year. Mariah is an engaging auburn haired court reporter, with a lovely figure, though somewhat petite. Although I told her she could call me Emmeline, she insisted on calling me Mrs. Kipps. Mariah's a quiet woman, and I was somewhat startled when I accidentally opened one o...
It was a beautiful day in LA; the balcony doors were wide open and the sunshine streaming in, the overhead ceiling fan groaning under the constant pressure of a war that it could not win. Martine and I were just lazing around, generally chatting following a light lunch. High on the 21st floor traffic noise was minimised and the weighted net drapes keeping ou...
Author's note: I would encourage you to read Deputized As A Slaver, Chapters One and Two to better place this story in context. –Otis **************************************** Things were going well for Chloe. She was coming up on three and a half years as a slaver. Her new profession afforded her the sublime pleasure of asserting absolute dominance over...
**Authors Note: As promised, this is the second installment of my story. To get the context of this part, reading the first is necessary. I want to thank the readers for their encouragement and for egging me on to finish the second part (one in particular, you know who you are). This part has more raunch than the first part and of course there is much more p...
It was Tuesday evening and I was walking back from class. My phone buzzed and I looked at my watch -- about seven thirty. I kept my phone on vibrate, as I hate most ring sounds I hear. Anyways, the number was local, but not someone I knew. Thinking it was a wrong number, I almost didn't answer it. In hindsight I wonder now how I'd feel about things if I hadn...
The assignment had a broader scope than her previous ones. She was to write every fantasy she could think of for Him, and particularly focus on those which could be enacted. She had one week, from the time He gave the assignment, and her initial excitement and happiness at his interest in her private thoughts had begun to give way to a realization of the eff...
The drive from the library to my house was pretty short, but it seemed to last forever. Amanda stayed right behind me in her car the entire time. Before long we were pulling into my driveway and getting out of our cars. I helped Amanda carry her bag inside. As soon as we were through the door I set down the bag and turned to face Amanda. "You know the rule...
Maggie hated the daily commute. Same routine, same smells, same noises, same faces. Morning and evening Monday to Friday and the only change was if the train was late, oh the excitement that that can generate. So here we are again. Thursday and the five o'clock. Fight to get on, fight for a seat, didn't manage to get the window so it's the aisle. Get the boo...