Paige was Daddy's slut. He kept her at his apartment while he worked, and she sometimes was allowed to leave to attend to the three submissives who worshiped her. Paige was allowed to walk freely around the apartment until nap time at four o'clock when she would remain in her puppy bed to await Daddy's return from work. Upon his return, he rehearsed his dail...
"you have no respect for the process...the protocol...the D/s...the word Master has no meaning...you take this way too lightly...as if it were a game..." Those words...those honest, hard to read words...stung her to her very core. Never had she thought about what she was doing in that way. Never had she realized the consequences of her actions. And never...
I used to play in a band. The members were me (drums), Alan (guitar), Sara (vocals / guitar), and Mark (vocals, keyboard, bass). We were basically Mark's band. He did most of the song writing and all of the planing. Alan and I were in it because we liked to be in a band and Mark did everything for us. We'd sometimes write a song or suggest something, but bas...
I love reactions. I especially love to shock people, well to be more precise, I love to shock guys who have been my friend for awhile. I am one of the few woman who like to be relegated to friend status; it makes the reaction that much better. On the outside I am a young woman with pretty hair and eyes and a nice smile. I am curvy, but I tend to wear sweater...
Bridget entered the room first. I stayed behind the door and poked my head inside hoping there was no one left in the hallway to see my naked ass. Thankfully, I was peeking into a small classroom with only a handful of students (granted all of them were female) sitting in front of their own canvases with pencils in hand and a chaise lounge chair sitting befo...
Thank you for taking the time to read this story. Also, an enormous thanks to Claire for all of the editing assistance. Just an FYI. This started with a premise and a dog. The turn it took in chapter two surprised me as much as it irritated some. I simply wrote what passed by as the "movie" played. There have been complaints about the flashback scenes, no...
I was sitting on the edge of mom's bed next to the only window of our little apartment, listening to music from my tiny blue transistor radio. It was my favourite relaxation spot - when my mother was not at home, because it was also hers and in her half of the bedroom behind the dividing blind. I liked sitting there, not only for the breeze, but mostly for...
My Life As A Financial Advisor Ch. 1: How It All Started I have the best job in the world. Seriously. I work as a Financial Advisor. I know what you're thinking, "A Financial Advisor? You call that the best job in the world?!?" Yes, I do. And by the end of these stories, I think you'll be wanting to sign up. Think about it, I spend my days going into the ho...
I am a happily married man of 35. Me and my wife, Jill, have a satisfactory sex life but nothing too exciting as she is a little shy and does not seem to have a high sex drive. I sometimes wish she was a bit more daring but not enough to lead me astray or to be unhappy with my wife. I am writing following a party we recently went to when I saw a new side to...
Chapter 14. 'Miss Cherry-Pie.' Master Thor's cunning. Bar Girl Murdered. Miss Cherry-Pie and Mr Chew. Typhoon Queenie. A Wu-pu, an illusionist and a unicorn. After returning with Mama to Talent Spot, Blen compared experiences with Amor. "Seventeen guys," said Amor in amazement, as Blen counted out her notes, "I am sore for two days with fourteen guys; ho...