Bruce was now under no illusion as to the ruthless level of cruelty the woman who had claimed him as her own, and her feminine associates, would go to in order to sate their sexual lust for the domination of masculinity, and their pleased indifference at the fate of Miriam's husband at the cocktail party he now observed on his knees in a corner, further emph...
Author's note: This story really needed some kind of conclusion. I'm sorry that it took me so long to write it. This has bondage, spanking and some light BDSM, but is not a slave/Master story. I hope you enjoy! ******* Dru walked through Bind feeling like a swan in the middle of a room of crows. Everyone there was in black, black and more black. Well, no t...
Later that day, Nadia and her twenty year old slave Slave 138 arrived at Isabella's home for Nadia's training. Nadia wore a white lace push up corset, black leather boots, and tight fitting brown equestrian pants. Slave 138 was nude except for his black leather collar. Nadia did not have him wear his chastity device on that day. Isabella's home was a lavis...
Eleven-Seventeen. That was our number. To most people a number like this will mean absolutely nothing. But to all the people who have been or who will be involved in that memorable night, a number such as this one will send a shiver straight through your body. A delicious shiver that will have you stop whatever you're doing and remember fondly on that amazin...
NOTE: This is a work of fiction and the author in no way condones or promotes any activity that is not entirely consensual! It had been so easy and now, as her shoulders rested against my leather-skirted lap, I worked on her head and thought back on just how things had gone so well. I had watched and studied her for nearly three weeks. Every morning like c...
"Would you rather have the silk or the leather, My Lady?" I probed. "Hmmm... I think the leather tonight." She commanded me. "Up or down, My Lady?" "I think up will be sufficient." She replied. "Blindfold, My Lady?" "No I think I'll pass on that tonight." "Would you like me to massage you with the honey or vanilla oil, My Lady?" "The vanilla will be...
(Author's Note; Though the story is complete within itself it is a sequel to Silver Buckles if you want to read that story.) * The tinny bell echoed in the crowded interior as the young couple entered the shop and gasped at the goods they saw stocked on the shelves or on offer. The air seemed to be filled with the musty smell of dust, old polish and beneat...
"Hello? Anyone home?" I called out, hearing no signs of the children, nor Mr. M. In the distance I could hear Mrs. M click-clacking in her heels in the dining room. I found her fixing a martini from the bar. "Oh hi, Mrs. M. Are the kids on a playdate? I didn't have anything in my calendar." "No, Mr. M took them to the museum today so...
All characters are over the age of 21. ***** Cliché. But true. He saw the woman in the red dress across a crowded room and knew he had to get to meet her. It was a large trade association cocktail party. The room was jammed with two and three person clusters of sales people trying to impress potential customers with their social graces and credibility whi...
Prologue – The Dream The dream was always the same. In the darkness of our bedroom I came to my lover, joining him in the pale moonlight wearing nothing but a sheer white nightgown, my heart pounding and my love for him greater than ever. In my dream I was aware of everything. The impossible softness of the carpet between my toes, the gentle caress of the...