Chapter 5. The Halloween Party We have been at the school now since July and the Halloween Party was approaching. My wife and I decided to go out and get some costumes that covered us enough that we couldn't be recognized if we didn't want to be. I ended up going as a ghoul with a face mask and a completely covering robe with a hood. My wife selected, of al...
***ThoughtLog.txt Start 2007-12-24 10:05:25 AM: Thought Log? What the heck is a Thought Log? And why is it in my head like a catchy song I can't shake? 2007-12-24 10:05:45 AM: OH God, figures my boyfriend would lay another trap for me, ON CHRISTMAS! 2007-12-24 10:05:57 AM: Where am I anyway? What AM I for that matter? 2007-12-24 10:06:13 AM: What's all t...
Monday morning, Michael's greeting included a caress of Diane's very sore breast, he smiled at her when she winced but didn't voice a complaint. "Come see me in my office in a few minutes." she nodded, finished what she was doing and came in. More smiling at her obvious trepidation, "Don't worry beautiful, I knew you wouldn't be up to anything too strong t...
After lunch mummy took me to a backstreet place that advertised tattoos and piercings. Once again, I was asked to take off my dress. I sat naked in the chair, visible to any who came in, or to passers-by. The tattooist first tattooed a heart with Mummy on my right upper arm and then an identical one that said dada on my left. Across my tummy was tattooed "Ad...
Cathy O'Niel copyright 2006 I finished setting up the new overhead wrist restraints today. I stood back to study my work. The chain ran down the pulley attached to the wall, with a large clasp on the end. All I had to do was pull on the rope attached to it, and your wrists would be lifted up into the air. I wanted you this way. I wanted to be able to walk...
Still on my knees, I looked at Akash, not sure what I would see there. Sadness? Anger? After all, I had gone down on my knees and been throat fucked by a total stranger, never mind the fact that he had a modicum of hold over us. I supposed even at that point that we could have toughed it out, used a lawyer or something and come out OK, but the thought had no...
Heather felt a tingle of excitement run through her body as she looked over the items arranged neatly on her bed. Firstly there was the clothing. From an adult store in the city she had purchased a French Maid's outfit, short, black and lacy and, for added fun, it would expose her delightfully pert breasts. To enhance the look she had stockings and a suspend...
The Wet Pussycat's main dance floor was filled with dancers giving each other full-body caresses in pairs and trios, with a few gropes and wet French kisses exchanged between groups as Charlaine dived in, having enjoyed her excellent sandwich and cocktail and revived from her string of tongue-induced big Os. She began shimmying and shaking loose as another...
This is a true story by a drop-dead gorgeous mid-thirties housewife (so I've been told) who has been proudly black owned for the past three years. Many of the details may not be as graphic as you would like, but I am putting this together from three years of memories. Again, I woke up before James, and made some coffee. I was still too tired to cook break...
Once Hank and Anastasia are in the training room, Hank removes the leash, and stands near a stool that is placed in the center of the room. He instructs Anastasia to stand in front of him and remove his belt. Anastasia, of course, does what she is told, removing Hank's belt and handing it to him with now trembling hands. "While I have been very pleased with...