***This is my first writing attempt, please give feedback. I hope you enjoy the story.*** * She saw the brake lights in front of her and brought the car to a stop. "What the hell?" she said out loud. She craned her head to try to see around the car in front of her and was able to catch a glimpse of flashing red and blue lights. "Great, another accident! I...
Brian had just returned from the laundry room, and was sitting on his couch, leaving through the latest issue of Time. His medium-height frame was slender from the jogging he had taken up a couple months ago, and his legs showed it, emerging from a tight pair of shorts, with a healthy bulge in the middle. He put down the magazine, and stretched his tight abd...
My room was bright and spacious and in addition to my bed and a cupboard also contained a writing desk that I could use for my studies. I lived in great comfort compared to most of my fellow students. My mature landlady was very supportive and encouraged me to take my studies seriously. It was a bit strange to share a flat with mature woman who in many ways...
The next morning after breakfast, Sarah settled into a comfortable chair and resumed her sewing. As she worked, she kept thinking about the previous night. The way Brian had taunted and tormented her, purposefully provoking her was so different than other times when he had been sweet, tender and caring. She couldn't figure out which side of him was the real...
The school and university system of England is a strange, anomaly-ridden thing. It has grown up haphazardly over centuries, subject to the caprices of tradition and political whim, baffling to the outsider. One of the anomalies is that the great medieval universities of Oxford and Cambridge (collectively "Oxbridge") select part of their student intake on the...
I notice something familiar about you as soon as I enter the room. I notice it from the top of the stairs, just after Mistress Larissa opens the heavy oak door and leads me inside. I see it even before you have a chance to see me for yourself. Unlike the four men shackled beside you, I sense something different about you, something special. I can't put my fi...
Chapter 1 The New Teacher On this Monday morning Victoria Mueller was apprehensive as she entered the old brick building that would be from now on her working place. She did not have another choice since the situation on her old school, which had been in a plush and modern building, had become very awkward for her. Finally, she herself had asked to be trans...
I have written some of my thoughts on training my own bi slave husband in the past and thought that perhaps a primer on bringing new bi slaves into the fold would be helpful. I have been the Domme to my bi submissive slave husband for 15 years. We have been married for 20 years, are in our early 50's, and it was obviously a journey to get where we are and a...
The next week was very interesting. I missed Trent terribly and after the first day, and the minor fight we had, I made it a point to be ready for his calls. He only missed one of mine, so we called it even and by the end of the week, it had become a bit of a joke to see who was going to miss the call the next time. I had gotten used to waking up with Candy...
Many thanks to Dennis for editing this story. * I'm Lucas Willman. The whole crappy mess in my marriage began just as a story about loving wives you already heard or read at least a hundred of times. Of course, even I had read it many times for me it was the first and hopefully the last time it happened in my real life. Not funny at all. My background is...