I had found him in the basement working that day, and I had crept down the stairs to watch as he tediously went about his mission. He was always deeply engrossed in his work, or at least so he appeared, hands deftly moving, eyes never missing a detail. He was wearing a white T-shirt and jeans, and as he turned slightly to the left, I could see the outline...
As instructed he had packed a decent supply of finger food and nibbles. He had taken great care in his choices and only hoped that she would approve. The wine, which she had chosen, was known to him and he knew it was a good choice, despite the fact that they would both be driving and she would only drink one glass from the bottle. His nerves fluttered as he...
This story will contain many elements that reasonable people should find offensive. Lucky we're all mature adults (although most of you probably aren't very mature) who understand that this is fantasy not reality, and no one is being hurt, other than my fingertips and the general moral balance of the universe. I'd love to hear any suggestions or ideas, part...
What I am about to tell you is not an easy thing for me to relive. I do feel it is something I need to share. This event takes place about a year after meeting my Master. Let me start by saying for those of you who may find this frightening, abusive, or totally abhorrent, that it happens in our Lifestyle more than you realize, and more so in a Master/slave r...
Salutations, dear readers. It has most definitely been a while, hasn't it? The name is Wendy Stefania Polydor, and I'm a young Haitian-American woman living in the City of Boston, Massachusetts. Mother of two, divorcee, college graduate and nurse, I am all of these things and more. I have been delving into the world of BDSM, and more fun things like swinging...
She arrived on time, dressed as instructed. She arrived in a white blouse, buttoned to the neck with a short tartan skirt and bare feet. Underneath I knew there would be simple cotton underwear. She knew what I liked and rarely disappointed. What was ahead of her could be considered by some as a punishment, but in this instance it was a mutual exploration o...
The door opened, and though, she knew his moods were generally good and he was a jovial Master, his sadistic streak could be felt a mile away. She shivered at the thought of what he may have on his mind. Looking into his face, she saw a cloud there that should have warned her not to say anything to him until he spoke, she stepped out of her safe zone, and as...
Daddy's Home (for James) It's a warm, breezy night as I bustle around our condo finishing up the laundry and tidying up a bit, just to pass the lonely evening without you. As I put the last of the towels away the wind swirls causing the palm fronds to slap the window. Sensing a storm on the horizon, I quickly turn on both taps sending a spray of water down...
Michael Scott walked into the Fealty and Firkin for the first time in twenty years. It had been a popular haunt for the younger generation in the old days. Now Michael looked around him disapprovingly - the old place had changed so much. The saloon bar, taproom and the snug had all been knocked together into one large room. Nice carpets, shiny chrome, plush...
It makes me laugh to think that the majority of people who see me think that I'm a librarian. I suppose that, outside of work, my dress is more than a little plain. I tend to favour knee-length skirts or trousers with sensible shirts and regular underwear. I love the fact that people who see me in the supermarket or walking along the street think that I'm a...