I was quickly discovering that the management of pain was something that can only be done inside the head. The serrated jaws of the clover leaf nipple clamps latched on tenaciously to the little nodules of flesh, creating an intense, if very localised agony, out of all proportion to their size. I tried various coping strategies but ultimately what it came do...
At work the next day, Peter couldn't get his thoughts together to focus on his tasks. He kept glancing at Cindy's grayed out name on the internal messenger service. He spent most of the day by the window of his office, staring out, his thoughts winding and weaving, terminating again and again in the same knotted images that he could not push past. Once, he h...
I look at the clock. Mistress likes to watch the sunrise. Time to make the coffee. Her owner's suite has a mini galley. I'm wearing my ankle length turquoise satin nightie with the sweet ruffle of chiffon around the scooping collar. "Mm." She reaches over and strokes the smooth material from my boobs to my hips. "When you get the coffee started, change to y...
Once more I find myself on my knees in exactly the manner that Sapphira Delatoise has decreed that I should present myself, her tall athletic figure, shaped by the corsetted leather leotard towers above me, her long finely muscled legs, their length exaggerated still further by the stiletto heels of her black leather boots underlines her stately dominance. I...
For all my sins, despite all my political ravings, I am at heart a decadent slut. That's what I thought to myself as I looked in the mirror, in a deep sapphire blue gown, decorated in shining silver lace and taffeta, layer upon layer of material combining to form this complex, ridiculously luxurious whole. A matching choker rest tightly on my neck, an old st...
Last night Ken Shigenori had gone to bed secure with his lot in the world. He'd gone to the right school, worked hard, been admitted to the right university, worked hard, took a job at the right city firm, worked hard, and while he wasn't one of those 'Masters of the Universe' the papers liked to bang on about, after successfully closing out the DiMaggio dea...
He stood in front of her at the door of the small house and stared into her eyes, slowly moving his face closer and closer, holding her eyes to his. His lips touched hers, softly, gently, still holding her gaze. He licked her lower lip slowly with the tip of his tongue, pressed her mouth to his. His tongue searched for hers, found it, caressed it with littl...
Ridges were pushing in from left and right into the distance. They looked like fingers pushing in between each other interlocking. Yes, they looked as dry and brown as the dried and dirty work hands of a redneck pa. Only straight down ran a weak river twisting left and right past the ridges. He could count the ridges into the distance: one, two, three, and f...
I originally wrote this for a Halloween contest a couple years ago. But I published a different story, Movie Night instead. This is kind of surreal in a way, and I have been tweaking it now ever since. I thought I should just freaking publish it, so here it is. It is a single effort and I hope you all like it. ***** I arrived at #1 Rue de Reves, the str...
After Marilyn and I finished our cigars, my dirty little mind came up with a new scenario that would have shocked and ashamed the old me. "Marilyn, are you completely sure that you have Jeff under your control? I mean will he do anything?" "I'm not sure of everything, Alexis, but ... where are you going with this?" "Well, you have discovered for yourself,...