An eerie silence has descended upon The D Club. Which is strange as it is as packed as it ever has been. Most of the club denizens are still staring at the stage not quite believing what they have just witnessed. The scene is over now, Fergie leading the two large dogs off stage and out of the Club while Kesha and Katy Perry pull an exhausted Rihanna to her...
The stone floor is cold and rough under my bare feet, but i'm used to it. This floor is hundreds of years old, worn by the bare feet of slaves, the high heels and boots of Mistresses, the occasional dragging of chains and devious bondage devices of all sorts. The texture is grainy and lumpy. Some of the mortar between stones is missing, some edges are chippe...
"Mmmmm... you remember that little idea of mine. How delicious." Amber Eyes mouth never left the highly sensitive skin of Mikal's back. "That alone gives me a starting place." Almost lazily Amber Eyes ran his tongue across the back of Mikal's neck. "Oh yes... before you start screaming, let me give you a name to scream..... Xanthus." Mikal's skin quivered u...
The events and characters of this story are figments of my imagination and totally fictional. Truly, I have no idea where I get this shit. I need help. * Should someone see themselves as characters in this story, it's either a huge coincidence on my part or guilt and shame on your part. Yet, for those who are truly shameful and guilty, don't despair, oh mi...
Eagen finished brushing her straight black hair and smiled into the mirror. What hair, what teeth...I look like Elvira, Mistress of the Dark. Eagen heard muffled sobbing from upstairs. Poor Piaget. Eagen had cuffed Piaget to an eyehole in the broom closet, and the only way down was to open an old combination lock that was suspending her wrists over her head...
"The most important thing is, Ensler has to stop calling you Reggi." Spruce smiled winsomely and casually tossed her mane of copper curls. "But that's my name, right?" Reggi looked at Ensler confusedly. Ensler was feeling tense and a little weird. He had wanted his timorous little blonde wife to become a dominant, and he supposed he had fantasized about a...
Housekeeping Forty minutes later I'm kneeling at Their feet, holding a serving tray high above my bowed head. Making breakfast of real food that I could smell is horrible torture. Slaves eat porridge made from dog food and whatever dead critters are found washed up on the beach. It's hard to swallow your drool when you've got a rubber dick jammed down your...
"AAAARRRGH! NUUAARRRGH! HHHWWWOARRRRGH!" The sound of her voice in the clips was burned into my memory, repeating and horrifying me, driving me mad as I lay there in my dark room. Mom, my loving doting StepMom, was there on those internet sex sites. The same woman who'd brought me up and who I naturally felt she was my Mom, as I was a baby when Dad met her....
She stood bent over the sink in her bathroom applying her second coat of mascara in the mirror. She always used black, knowing it clashed with her blue eyes in all the right ways. She had never excelled at the art of make-up application and was thankful she had features that didn't require much enhancing. So she stuck to the basics: foundation, blush, eyelin...
A little further than I would normally want to go but this guy's stuff was supposedly the finest handmade furniture in the area and it was a beautiful day. I am still a bit baffled as to why Kristel would help me but, the moment she heard that I was looking to have a custom built armoire, she told me of this artisan named Darquesied. Seems his craftsmanship...