Author's Notes as before: (1) This is fiction; (2) One should never start a book at chapter 7; (3) Jason is not being exploited by anyone except himself; (4) Slavery is illegal. But it can be real. This is just a story; (5) Do NOT EVER leave anyone in bondage as severe as that depicted herein without supervision; (6) This story has scenes in it that wi...
It had been Mike who had put the idea in Sammi's head. She had told him that she wasn't sure she could do what he wanted in the role-play therapy, but that she was thinking about it. "Tell you what," he said, "I have to go to Saudi in a couple of weeks time to tie up the details on the deal, why don't you take a holiday and think everything all the way thro...
(c)2013 angelface195 all rights reserved Here are the characters: The Cassidy's Matthew: The Patriarch Helen: His wife Hayley: Their youngest daughter Samantha: Their middle daughter who is married to actor Brandon Mitchell Denise: Eldest daughter married to Daniel Worth Jonah: Eldest child and only son – he is married to Quinn Son in law's Brandon Mitch...
- well my dear. We should get dressed and get going. And then to us - You two. Chauffeur uniform. Slave. Just as you are. - And boy, go get the cage in the back of the truck. Tamara and I dashed to our rooms to get into our Chauffeur uniforms. Something we could be seen in the outside world. For me it was shiny black shoes, pressed and tight dress slack...
Claire was reluctant to get out of the cab, even after she'd checked the address on the door against what Eric had written on the card in her hand. The place wasn't what she'd expected, not a trendy boutique or high-fashion shop at all. It was deliberately, almost negligently understated, totally bare of any advertising among the exclusive little restaurants...
"I don't like being around those people," said my wife, Jenny, looking out the window at our two black gardeners mowing the lawn. Jenny was wearing a short terry cloth robe and her curly brown hair was tousled prettily. I ran my eyes from her lean legs, up to her large breasts barely contained by her robe. My wife had just turned 30 which was 25 years my j...
Bobby stood with his back to the bar as Krystal and I rubbed his well packed crotch. Our hands were gripping his cock through his trousers, feeling the vibrant throbbing of his love muscle. We took turns in kissing his lips and rubbing our tits into his broad chest. Bobby smiled when I brushed my breast across his chest, feeling my erect jewelled nipples, st...
Patti stood in front of the full length mirror and checked her appearance. She didn't look too bad in the French Maid outfit, stockings, black crotchless panties and black heels. Patti, Kate and Stacy had a great day together. First they had went to the local Adult store and bought a few items. It was Stacy's first time in a place like that. She was going to...
Since I was a young boy I have always been extremely intelligent. In school I was labeled as mentally gifted. There wasn't a subject that, if interested, I couldn't master. This came at the expense of a social life though. While other children played outside, I hit the books and the Internet. Whatever piqued my interest, I would totally engross myself in. I...
For those wondering why I haven't been entering any new short stories here lately, perhaps this story will help explain a little bit. It's sorta short, but I think you will enjoy it nevertheless. * Now I love a big black prick as much as the next white woman, but when the six men, or should I say nearly men, holding guns, and knives somewhere on their pers...