Victoria sat on the sofa, her embroidery in her hand. The needle, however, remained unmoving, lodged in the fabric. She thought back angrily to her meeting last night with her guardian. It was absolutely the last straw. Her life had changed unrecognizably in the last six months. She had been so happy when her parents had been alive. That had all ended when t...
The dark recesses of the human mind hold many secrets. People's politics and sexuality are often at war. How else do you explain my latest slaves? Picture this, if you will. An attractive Black couple, both of them in early middle age, kneeling naked before a tall, blonde-haired White woman. My name is Diane Jane Abelard. My friends call me D.J. for short. W...
Life as a 24hr Emergency locksmith is often boring, and mainly consists of getting drunks back into their flats, or securing properties that have been broken into. But occasionally something different comes along to liven up the day. On mid-week morning a few weeks back, I got a call from a woman who was having problems with a padlock. It was a little bit o...
In the fall of 2020, twelve female personalities of international politics disappeared in a single day. Secret services around the planet were astonished, not being able to explain how any organization could have the necessary infrastructure to organize a global operation like that, and do it without being detected. The answer to who could have done it and w...
Hello, there. My name is Katrina Jackson. A six-foot-one, heavyset but kind of pretty, blonde-haired and white-skinned, big-bottomed, forty-something white woman of German and English descent living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. Five days a week I'm a patrol officer for the Massachusetts State Police. Today is my day off. It's actually my birthday...
Later that afternoon I found myself securely spread-eagled face-down on our bed with my mid-section raised by three pillows. As the two of them were tying me down, M. asked Emma if she wouldn't mind removing the giant steel butt plug. "Won't he feel empty and denied if we take that pleasure away from him," Emma asked. "You need for him to get something out...
I got off the airplane and stepped into a chilly terminal. The colors were bland and the people waiting for their luggage wore heavy sweaters that hid any hints of body shape from my eyes. I felt utterly out of place in my form-fitting jeans and long sleeved shirt. Though this was casual travel attire compared to everything else in my closet, I felt overdres...
Chapter 1 At the headquarters of The Order of Saint Ishmael, situated in a picturesque castle in Austria, the Grand Council was holding their first, official bi-monthly meeting. Thirteen people, all dressed in long robes with deep hoods, hiding their faces, were seated around a huge and highly polished table. The Order of Saint Ishmael, a latter-day club...
This is the fourth part of the series. Although this can be read as a stand alone chapter, I suggest you read the previous chapters to understand the people and how they got to this part of the story. There is piss play. ***** It had been a week since I last served as an anal whore and mouth slut to Thomas, Nancy and the other bisexual Dom couples. It was...
After the weekend of a sexual lifetime fifteen miles up a side road in northern Mississippi, the real world was about to come screaming back with a vengeance. The alarm clock beeped at six thirty, and there was a lot of work to be done. I rolled out of bed, impacting on the floor with a crash as my bad knee didn't feel like cooperating. Michelle just moaned...