(All characters and most locations in this story are completely fictional, with no connection to any persons living or dead.) My wife and I settled down into our new life together. I was now so respectful of her, and appreciated the new Jolene, able to take charge, express her anger when it arose, and generally run things. Like her mother, she really did...
Chapter 4 Mistress Lynn's been bad, very bad and needs to be punished. He threw back a double downstairs and poured myself another double shot of bourbon to take upstairs with him to help him deal with Mistress Linda. He'll need the alcohol to tie her to the bedpost, if that's what she wanted him to do. He needed the extra shot of alcohol, if she wanted hi...
Note- I do not own the rights to the work of Conan Doyle nor do I the character of Sherlock Holmes. This is purely fan fiction inspired by said stories. Likewise, any person herein described by myself refers to no one in real life. Special kudos also to the bondage illustrator Bill Ward. xxx The actress Rachel McAdams had stumbled across the erotic fictio...
Over the next several weeks, my wife, Lori, took me to the edge my required nine times a day and left me frustrated. How could I complain? I had asked for this. As the days turned to weeks, a strange thing happened. I slowly began to accept my situation. I still had a great desire to orgasm, but it began to be less important than making sure my wife was sati...
Michelle heard the door close and the sound of his footsteps walking into the living room. As always, she was waiting in the position he had instructed her in. She was just in front of the couch, in the middle of the carpet. With the exception of the silk scarf that covered her eyes, she was completely naked. She was on her knees and sitting back on her heel...
One evening I was out with some friends from work, we went to a small bar that was crowded. As the evening progressed the bar thinned out and there was a woman sitting alone at one of the tables. She was in her late thirties and was wearing a white blouse with black slacks on. She was quite attractive. All of the guys that I was with were in the mid twenti...
The internet had been light on details about what happened next. Despite political rhetoric insisting that many prisoners would enjoy themselves, the first graduates of the program had been reluctant to talk about their experiences. Four-oh-five-three, who had been just below the threshold of panic for the past ten minutes, understood why. How could someone...
In her dream, she heard the door of her apartment close, and the sound of his footsteps walking into the living room. She was waiting in the position he had instructed her in- in front of the couch, in the middle of the carpet. With the exception of the silk scarf that covered her eyes, she was completely naked, on her knees and sitting back on her heels wit...
Getting on in years is no fun! Fact is when things start to deteriorate it seems to happen all at once. That's how I found myself at the orthopaedic surgeons office. "Right this way, Mr. Collier. I'm Dr. Colby's assistant. Please step on the scale." "Shoes or no shoes? "You may leave them on." I stepped on the scale and she dutifully recorded my weight....
Ch. 07: Compromised The Doctor and I had reached a turning point. He referred to it as a 'breakthrough.' I would call it the point at which I compromised –or was compromised, depending on how one sees it. At any rate, I realized for the first time that if I could please him enough, I might be able to convince him that I was recovering from my 'dysfunction,'...