The beat up old car chugged up the driveway with labored putters. Mindy peered through the windshield in awe as she soaked in the view. She had driven passed high gates that opened up to grand lawn filled with perfectly trimmed hedges that guided the path. Every few feet was met with an elegant hedge statue of figures in classical poses as if they were part...
“You want to do what now?” The gatekeeper looked at this anemic young man with incredulity. He was trying not to laugh. “Well you know, kill some things, maybe rescue a damsel-in-stress…” A meek reply. “You mean a damsel-in-distress?” The guard corrected him. “Yeah that!” The youth replied, obliviously. He remembers when he was his age. Not too different, re...
Now after the beating my skin is in flames and my mind is in turmoil. I am ashamed I allowed it, and proud that I did. I am humiliated and yet I am honoured. I am afraid and yet I am eager. I have crossed my boundary, and she has crossed hers. She does not leave me long to untangle my thoughts. With her hands on my shoulders she turns me to face the...
Apologies for such a long delay since the first chapter of this story was posted. Life got on the way quite considerably but from now on I will try my best to be a lot more punctual with chapters. Any comments or even criticisms are greatly appreciated to help me improve my writing. ***** Claire was quiet for the rest of the walk back to his house, she co...
Jay walked down the narrow dark passage, lit dimly by a pale green light at the end. The walls were covered in fine dense black carpet, he presumed for sound-proofing. At the end of the passage was a semi-circular room with carpeted black ceiling, floor, and walls with a single chair in the centre facing the flat side of the room. The chair faced a huge p...
Note: This is written in first/second person. If you don't like this style of story, don't read it. Please don't read it and then post snarky mean comments about how much you hate second person writing. No one has a gun to your fucking head. Turn back now, or forever hold your peace. * I whisper in your ear... "Don't move, baby." Of course, you can't mo...
Driving home I replayed the telephone encounter in my head. I was pleased that I seemed to have passed the first "test" whatever that was. I could not really even imagine what would happen next, but I decided that I was ready for it. I walked into the house to find that Marie had dinner waiting and was dressed somewhat better than usual. Wine was breathing...
For those of you confused as to why the first chapter was primarily before the store slavery and what not. Don't worry. There are a few shows who do their stories in this way of telling them. I honestly didn't think to put a reason why he wouldn't be going to get the shoes himself. Though in my head i had it that he had only one pair of shoes since he has gi...
"My..." Muttered princess Esme, as the maids followed her into the room. "What a mess. Those opposing armies really didn't stand a chance." "May we help you undress, your highness?" Esme only responded by lifting her arms. Carefully, after several layers of petticoats and ceremonial armor had been removed, they revealed it. The chastity belt, precisely wh...
I was nervous. We had met for lunch and talked about what we both wanted from this relationship at our first meeting, exchanged emails and telephone calls and were about to meet 'properly' for the first time. My stomach churning and my heart pounding in anticipation, I waited for you outside the hotel, as instructed and breathed a sigh of relief as I saw yo...