Now, Soapy stared at Melinda 109 as Webb kept babbling at her, holding her hand as if she was a real, live woman. Melinda had been in and out of The Little Shop a lot after Gridwell had reluctantly returned her... Most clients couldn't afford more than a half-hour visit, and Soapy would wince as he'd hear their agonized shrieks as Melinda caned them in th...
F.X. Copeland came to the Deliosse's front door, lugging the massive box, and pressed the doorbell. A moment later, Santiva Deliosse answered. "Oh, good, Cope, you're here. That's the Zero-Wave?" Cope nodded. "Yep, Miz Deliosse. Works like a microwave, but in reverse. It's an innerustin' invention of mine." Cope lugged the box into the house. It was a big b...
Authors note: This story is an immediate sequel to my first story "Carol's Christmas". The events of this story deal with the younger man named Marcus who Mrs. Carson initiated into the mysteries of sex and submission in "Carol's Christmas". * Marcus was sweating bullets as he rang the door. He burned for Mrs. Carson...Mistress Carol...and needed to be wi...
Dear Shoeblossom My first husband was an asphalt salesman; he sold cork flooring, too. I locked him in a plastic belt soon after we met; that much time on the road can make a man quite frisky. And of course you know the type. Ralph "Rip" Muztagh was a flirt from the word go. And he had what you'd call a long "cunt collar" amongst his friends. One of his...
Dear Shoeblossom, I got into the sweetest deal. I agreed to play femdom games with my geeky male roommate. He owns the house and was renting me one of the rooms, and like so many nerds, he has the hots for us tattooed, embroidered jeans types, I guess. Oscar is the sweetest guy, you know the kind. Comes to try and ask you out when you're smoking in the sch...
Alfred Nemirow rubbed his throbbing dick tentatively, and gave Fanchon an imploring look. His wife of three years was impervious to such looks,but Alf tried anyway. He looked down at the steaming Starbucks cup, and then checked the mirrors of the Mitsubishi Galant...was anyone looking? God knows no one wanted to catch Kissler Systems's head Accounting and F...
Dear Shoeblossom, I can still remember Rebecca's first comment: "You sure you want to do this, kid?" A full-figured ash blonde with brightly glossed lips...pure Jersey girl. "You really want to move in with me...the sessions aren't enough?" Sometimes the sessions were way too much, but I was lost without Mistress Rebecca. 46 to my twenty-three, she'd bee...
This story is the property of the author. It is not to be changed in any way, nor published or shown at other web sites without the permission of the author. Feedback and comments to; James Lacy at the address in his profile. All comments appreciated. Things returned to normal in Mother Mistress's household following Susan's and Patrick's initiation into...
SUPERBOWL SUNDAY AT THE COLFAX INN Valentina was toying with her husband's scrotum. Normally Val wore snug but dignified cashmere sweaters, but today she was clad in a belly tee shirt and what the longshoremen at Buttermilk Pier referred to as "whore shorts". Nibs, Val's loyal and faithful husband was bound to the narrow coffee table in his back office. Hi...
2006 I wait on my knees, with the steel chastity tube locked between my legs, for Bootsie's return. How will she come back? Freshly fucked or with semen residue on her glossed lips? Have I made a mistake by relinquishing all control of my marriage? 2003 "Oh Silas, honey. That's the cutest thing I've ever seen!" Bootsie's enthusiasm was bubbly as she lock...