Thanks to Thor for his editing. ***** Part 2 left off with wife deciding she was going to be my slave. That was after she had played a slave slut for my birthday weekend. She told me she had planned it since her birthday, And from the experience of her deals with me to buy some very expensive extreme high heels. I had bought her two slave collars one f...
François Renard was a stagehand and handyman at the theater of the Ballet De Paris. He was a huge man, almost seven feet tall with wide shoulders and hands large and strong enough to crush a coconut, but he was very gentle giant. Most of those who saw him thought he was slow witted because he seldom spoke. Also he had a foolish smile which came out any time...
Shopping at the very busy Supermarket, every Saturday, used to be a dull, tiresome, irksome sort of...non-event - a burdensome, necessary chore, that just needed to be done. That is, until about 2 months ago, when all of that changed... Since then, Saturday's don't come around quick enough for me. I have been seeing the Supermarket in a whole new, rose-t...
Thanks for all the support and positive feedback on this series. Please let me know what you think. The finale is coming soon. ***** The night of our performance was fast approaching. Our rehearsals had fallen into a regular routine ending with each of my little white angels blowing her black partner devil. I worried for a time that we'd be discovered or r...
Wednesday morning had arrived. Things were progressing. Jean was a fantastic asset. Her heart was in her job. Kay was also happy the way things were improving. Jean had got hold of two tickets for the ballet for Friday night. , and the tickets were in high demand. They both enjoyed ballet and were looking forward to the performance. Bob had taken advantage o...
Episode 4 - A Perfect Division of Skills I was aware of children playing in the street. A soft morning breeze drifted across my naked body, refreshing me. A warm shaft of sunlight added just the right note of sensuous well-being. It was everything I loved about a Saturday morning sleep-in. In a moment, I would think about opening my eyes, but for now, I wa...
CHAPTER 1 The little girl was crying, on the sidewalk outside Fitzherbert's Arcade. Acacia crouched in front of the child, ascertaining the tears welled from uncertainty rather than panic. Acacia, being the eldest in the family had helped raise the tailenders of her mother's six other children so knew how to read signs and how to react. "Oh my your dress i...
[Is this the ultimate plimsoll fetish sex fantasy?] Chapter 5 -- Nostalgia was never like this My second visit to Emma's flat early in the following week was as memorable as the first for a very special reason of its own. I came into the kitchen to find her standing at the table stirring together the ingredients for gazpacho soup; beautifully, gorgeously,...
Master Andrew walked into the bedroom, in the room was a large bed with metal frame, a variety of mirrors, and a large metal cabinet which contained the equipment that had over time tamed carmela. Master Andrew smiled as he looked down at slave carmela kneeling on the floor, His obedient slave. carmela was a beautiful woman, brunette with deep brown eyes th...
(A companion story to Gemma) It was to be a special day for Tony for two important reasons, Michaela would be arriving back home after completing her finals and he would be meeting Monica in person for the first time. They had already exchanged emails and photographs and had several warm and affectionate phone conversations. But he still felt the usual twin...