The following story is written by my wife Angel. It is her view of the slave auction night plus my night as her slave and what she made me do. As I rode home in our car that night, a bit dazed, and reflecting on what the hell had just happened, I was surprisingly pleased with myself. I really had showed, mostly to myself, but also of course to my husband...
FNN News decided to host a charity ball and all proceed were to go to our brave troops returning from Afghanistan and Iraq. You name them and they were there, all the big names in television broadcasting and everyone was having a ball. The liquor flowed freely and our host, Shaun Hannity came onto the stage and began to speak; "Ladies and gentlemen, now that...
It was another long night at work. Apparently there was some event going on, a charity thing. Word had it that there would be a lot of cigar smokers there. Great. A lot of grumpy old men throwing their money at Nicaraguan orphans. Not that I have anything against the orphans. It just means I am going to have my work cut out for me. I had drink detail. Even m...
The sound of a scuffle returned Laura to business, Miranda and a group of girls were struggling to drag Ryan onto the stage. He was wild with anger, flailing his arms and shouting in protest. A primitive barbarian. Laura walked over and simply threw her heeled foot into his groin. He went down hard and was dragged long the stage to begin proceedings. "Somet...
Sally has been the chairman of our local "Walk for Breast Cancer Research" for the last few years. She is prim and proper in public. Her excellent business skills, efficiency and serious nature gets her appointed to run everything she gets involved in. I became enamored with her about four years ago. She was about forty then and separated from her verbally a...
The ringing of the telephone dragged Angela Larson out of her zone. She carefully put the saddle soap and the whip she was treating down and wiped the excess from her hands before picking up the cordless extension in her shop. "Hello?" "Angela, this is Betsy. I'm sorry to bother you on your day off, but Malcolm called in sick; he caught that flu bug that's...
I don't know how much you know about the Kingdom where I live. We are, I have to admit, a little off the beaten track, so we don't see many visitors. We also have a problem with poverty that keeps traders and curious visitors away. Even wandering barbarian hordes tend to back off when they approach our borders, figuring that the demand for plundering, pillag...
Ignoring her fast cooling cup of coffee, a pouty lipped Jodi scowled skeptically as she eyed her cell's send button. Her scowl didn't stick, morphing instead in to a self-satisfied smirk as first she cleared, and then reentered, this time in all capitals. Then, with a growling "Grrr" hissing through her lips, she punched in a trio of explanation marks. Satis...
I was stood facing Mistress Rosa's assembled guests, not at all afraid, proud of my position as her slave, my leash held by the trembling little Spanish maid, Pilar, who certainly was scared. I had been 'prepared' to be presented to my Mistress's guests, and wore a wholly transparent long white dress, which left my breasts and back completely exposed. My ni...
I know, four posts in four days. My iPad's memory is full, so I'm cleaning house by finishing some good ideas that were stuck and linger. So linger no more Hockey Dad! I don't know if I'll hit 5 days straight. This exercise has me outlining a story about events revolving around cleaning up a hard drive. Pictures found...emails decoded...hidden accounts...c...