10/24/05 As I write this, my left leg is cuffed to the chair. I haven't been to the bathroom in thirteen hours, and Miss Stephanie has insisted that I am not working hard enough on journaling her attentions! The misery is palpable, I must confess. She spent most of last night teasing my poor cock to near distraction..."Now that you keep web journals, dea...
I remember it was an late Thursday afternoon when I was pulling in my driveway: "I was actually able get out of the office on time for once." I thought to myself, because every other day I manage to get tie up at work and I generally don't make it home until well after dark. Since most, if not all of my bills are paid on line, I normally only check my mailb...
Not that it matters, but the accident was really my fault. I had no business being in the parallel universe projector to begin with. At the very least I should have disconnected the power line from the booth before I tried to re-calibrate its orientation circuits. Who knew that getting an early start to the day would have such negative consequences? Naturall...
With heartfelt thanks to Bill Kipling Jack Bateman sat in his den. His blue eyes were unfocused as he stared at the TV screen. The local news broadcast was white noise to him, a murmuring backdrop to his thoughts. The glass of Pilsener stood ignored beside his chair, the remote control lay forgotten in his hand. He had seen her today. When amongst people,...
Part 05: A Slave's Life This is a continuing work of fiction, all names and places are fictional, any relation to any real person or place, real or imagined, is purely accidental. * Sherri woke to the alarm clock's gentle chiming and realized this was her first Monday as Robert's slave. Robert didn't move, and 20 seconds later, it stopped chiming. Sherri...
Everyone's got a story about how they lost their virginity, and this is mine. Like everything, I tried to do it in the most spectacular way I could imagine. And I succeeded by my wildest adolescent fantasies. I was born and bred in New Orleans, Louisiana. My once thick accent has tapered off over the years into an easy drawl. Hard to believe to the casual r...
The day was finally done and Dawn wanted to get home. It was Wednesday and Master always emailed her one Wednesday. She ran into the house and sat down in front of the computer, waiting impatiently for it to sign on. Finally, she got to her mail and sure enough, there it was. When she opened it, she really had a surprise. Slave, after our last meeting I ha...
I’m back. Thank god for voice activated word processors. I’m a little tied up right now. Roland is anxious for me to continue, He is here with me listening to my confession. Be assured I will be telling the truth, all of it. He knows the whole story, and has warned me that if I sugar coat or leave anything out I will pay for it. Let’s see when I left you to...
Author's note: This is my entry into the 2017 Valentine's Day contest. I came up with the idea from a simple line in the refrain of a song on the radio; the story blooming outward in my mind in both directions. I was motivated to write it in three days because it wouldn't leave me alone until I did. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. ~...
So this is my story of love won, lost, won and lost and won and lost and.... Well, you get the idea. It's a story of manipulation, thoughtlessness and anger, and about how the ends never justify the means. It's meandering and a lot happens, so hold tight. We were on a weekend away, with two other couples, out in the woods in Montana. Two weeks before, anoth...