Mac Jackson sits at his desk. His lover is far away, and the pitch of his thoughts has reached a fiendish level. With a semi-erection between his legs he gets to thinking that he'll get her mind going with a written fantasy, of sorts, in the hope of feeding her fresh images for her minds eye to alight and inspire the circling movements of her finger upon her...
The Prisoner is held in place by the cold metal chain locked to her collar. Barely holding herself up off the ground, she keeps her eyes leveled on her Mistress' boots. Screaming out in pain as the whip cracks against her red welted skin. Her chest heaving with each rigid breath. A swift kick lands hard against her ribs, her arms giving way as she gasps for...
(C) 2006 Rachel Gumm. You may freely distribute this story digitally, but only in full, crediting me as the author. I welcome feedback. You can e-mail me at the address in my profile. I haven't written part two yet, but if I get enough e-mails showing a desire for it, I'll write it soon. * Kevin felt himself get an erection as he looked at his now safely...
As I was taking the bus to the Chelsea again, third time this week! I was really riding this Dominatrix thing pretty hard, especially since I might go vanilla soon. I knocked on Grant's door. He actually lived at the Chelsea across from Iggy Pop. He opened the door it looked as though he'd been sleeping. "Aidan?" he was looking at me with one eye opened lo...
"Wake up slut." Oh no. I must have slept all day. Instead of waiting by the door for my wife's arrival, I was still in bed. I was so angry with myself for not doing my husbandly duties, for disappointing my Mistress/Wife, for earning a severe caning. Something was wrong though. She didn't seem angry or upset. Quite the opposite, she seemed quite pleased....
The floor is cold under your knees, bare concrete, but smooth. You can feel the cool metal of the handcuffs behind your back and can just make out the shadow of your Master in the dim light. "Did you miss me, baby?" Your body trembles in the cool air, naked from where your clothing has been cut from you with a knife, nipples achingly hard from a mix of the...
We do not go back to the house. We go to a place called The Crypt. "Master Louis, May I speak?" "Shawney, my child, yes" "I have started my monthly period." "Do not sit on your dress." "I have a cover for the seat." "Good Girl." "The Count will be delighted." Master Louis led me into The Crypt with the look of pride on his face. This place is like a ba...
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Megan was only vaguely ware of what was happening. She struggled weakly against the scarred leather restraints attached to the gurney she was currently being wheeled along on. She craned her neck back willing her eyes to focus on the figure pushing her. It was female, wearing something black and glistening with patches of white. A maid perhaps? The drugs cou...
It was supposed to be just another party. One of those gatherings where you go with a couple of friends, and end up in the corner with the resident's pet. And there you'd sit, just staring out into the crowd, noting everyone pairing off and getting wasted. You don't know why you bother coming to these, and half the time you aren't even sure why you're friend...