A short recap of Part One, in case you didn't read it. Lauren was flat broke, destitute, and needed a job quickly after leaving an abusive relationship with her ex-boyfriend. She took a job as a maid at a mansion owned by the lovely and rich Rickey. The job turned out to be Rickey's personal slave and to the large, affluent clientele of women Rickey billed t...
Cleveland was a boring town. Rebecca had always wanted to live in New York or Miami. But her mother had been sick for so long. Then life just sort of got in the way. Still she and her husband found ways to make life bearable. They were, what her friends at work call, sexually adventurous. Becca was Bi, though she much preferred women as sexual partners...
NOTE TO READER: This is my first attempt at writing a story like this. It is a bit of a slow burn at first but it definitely picks up steam. Enjoy. -- "Folks, there is no easy way to say this..." An audible groan could be heard up and down the aisle of the small commuter plane that had already been grounded for two hours past it's 9 p.m. departure time....
"Alright! Let's do this!" Blue thrust his outstretched hand towards the mirror a wide bright grin on his face. His emerald eyes looked ablaze in contrast to the blue and white stars along with the blue bolt across his eye. "Yeah! Let's make some magic, baby!" Max thrust his fist up and out as the two of them fist-bumped. Tracey snorted out a laugh and roll...
Author's Note: I just wanted to say that I read every comment, and they've been immensely flattering. Thank you for taking the time to write them and vote on my story. Criticism is always welcome! A lot of this is flying by the seat of my pants, so don't be afraid to make suggestions. In particular, there's a bit of analytical number crunching in this part...
4-3 My study of Slave Yoga is proceeding splendidly. With the incentive of the slave treats and the mock threat of the slave whip constantly cracking over my head my movements in class are now more graceful and fluid than many of the slave girls. I know that my moves are better, even if the slave girls get more attention from the men in the window because t...
Disclaimer: The following is in no way real. Everything you are about to read came from the mind of the author. ***** I couldn't believe I just said that me small time Donny nobody just told a millionaire recording mega star that. Katy stopped as the hem of her dress just lifted slightly above her ass cheek & looked right at me & smirked before rolling he...
It was Halloween again and Linda was without a man for a change, but she wasn't sure about going to a party by herself this year. Last year she went to a party where she didn't know anyone and was bored to tears, but she swore that this year would be different. Her roommate from college was in town and said that she knew of several parties that were going to...
To all the message leavers, really sorry about the delay. I had laptop issues that saw me lose almost half of the last chapter after a shitload of work, and meant that I had to go back to an older saved version and re-write a whole load of stuff that I'd felt really good about first time and it's never as good, at least it doesn't seem like it; but Hey, that...
Isn't there or shouldn't there be a law or a guarantee that we can return our parents when we are done with them and/or when we don't want or need our parents anymore? I was thinking how, as they age, when our parents are unable to care for themselves, and even though it is a terrible hardship for them to be so dependent upon their children, it is a real bu...