From within the great clock tower, the bells tolled the hour, and the princess felt again the familiar pang betwixt her thighs. It seemed an age to her since her own chimes had sounded, since she'd last pleasured herself while they sounded. She discovered she somehow missed them. In fact, she very nearly longed to hear them, if only to know she'd be under h...
"Mistress LF Slave Boy. W4M, 18-28" was the title of the Craigslist add. Trey, a 25 year old beta male, had taken to perusing various personals listings. He wasn't much of a bar kind of guy, nor did he know much about how to go out and meet women. Sifting through the postings mostly made by men Trey had managed to come across several listings by women that s...
Thank you to Beachbaby179 for editing and cleaning up this series. You make it so much better! Thank you to my readers who have encouraged me to continue this series. Your feedback is always welcome and appreciated. From Chapter 2 As for the rest, she needed advice. She needed to talk to someone, to help her answer the questions in her head. She starte...
"I trust you will enjoy your stay, madame," the hotel manager said. "If there is anything you require, please do not hesitate to ask." He dimmed the lights as baggage porters left the room. The guest was a slim dark-haired woman of about thirty, dressed in a business suit. "Thank you, I want just to be alone for tonight." "As you wish. You will not be dist...
The following story is dedicated to Lisa, who encouraged me to submit this story for you to read. ***** I had always considered myself a rather macho type man. I'm 45 years old, weigh 225 pounds. I'm 6' tall, and in good shape, not overly muscular, but well toned. My profession requires that I maintain myself in good physical shape. I've got naturally curl...
My Dear Readers, Disclaimer: What I write is fiction/fantasy/fairy tales for adults. None of my characters are real, no one was injured during the production of my stories and just like on T.V., they all get up when the scene is over, have a beer, remove the makeup and go home, ready to return in the next chapter, all the boo boos healed. Votes and commen...
After the Ball is Over. All characters are adults. ***** Rose's costume gown was black silk tulle and sheer gray chiffon that looked like wisps of smoke against her white skin. Black, glass beads and rosettes covered the gown. Her shoes were red leather, closed-toe 3-inch heels with silver buckles fastening the ankle straps. Rose's red hair was cut in a b...
FRIDAY, OCTOBER 9, 2009. By this time I'm used to being given orders at the hotel by both Max and Marie, staff members assuming I'm just casual labour employed from time to time. Occasionally some of the staff discuss the relationship of Max to his PA in my hearing, which I find galling. However it would be even more humiliating if they knew the true situat...
Morning had faded to early afternoon by the time Mandy crept into the shower. When she emerged, she found William was gone and Beth had been tied to the kitchen table. Rebekka was feeding her grapes and tormenting the bound woman with her fingers. Jerome was sipping tea, watching the tableau. Her own lover, Sandra, stumbled with bleary eyes out of the bedr...
After the heat and noise of the marketplace, it is cool in the Kasbah. The stone is soothing under my bare feet, but my hands are still bound. Used to the sun’s glare, I blink in the dimness. A rough hand shoves my shoulder. ‘Move, you’. The second guard runs a hand over my arse. ‘Nice’. They share a chuckle. ‘Maybe when the Sultan’s finished with you, he’...