Another fine day in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I got my tired Haitian ass off the bus and walked to the university campus. While in the student center I got myself some coffee and sandwiches, and stopped to chit chat with the light-skinned tomboy working behind the Tim Horton’s counter. I walked to the library and took the elevator to the third floor, and...
God was bored. Suddenly he had an idea. The perfect way to show those puny humans the majestic power of His mighty hand. He would create a perfect image of the Virgin of Guadalupe in an ice cream stain running down the side of the vending machine outside that Amoco station at the corner of Maple Road and Grand Avenue in East Trenton, New Jersey. That ough...
They've been fighting again, there's a chill in the air despite the sun streaming through the open window. I'm sat with my back to the sun trying my best to concentrate on the cloth I am stitching. When the King and Queen fight, it's best for everyone else to stay out the way. Anne's face is a little flushed as she sits at her desk writing some letters, no d...
Author's Note: This is essentially a variation of another story I wrote, just a slightly different spin. It's short and pretty soft - it was laying around and I don't intend to flesh it out, so here it is, as is. I have a TON of fresh stuff I'm working on (and much harder, too, if you're in to that), as well as sequels to other stories from the recent past....
My Dearest Mistress Cecelia: I behaved unforgivably in hesitating to follow your commands and showing undue empathy toward the slave in training, Six. I felt that I had been becoming a more confident domme, and offer as proof my confident retrieval and binding of the slave during transport, preparing him for punishment with the tranquilizer pill, and applyi...
It takes nearly half an hour to completely free Mistress' hand from the kitchen counter. Turns out spider silk is exactly as strong as they say it is. This becomes very apparent when it's in such copious amounts that a regular spider could never dream of spinning. Surprisingly resistant to magic, too. But after trying several possible solvents and applying e...
In Which an Elven Servant Suffers a Succubus to Live in Her Home Chapter 24 *** The next week sees a lot of complaints from Lucy about the belt. To me, of all people. I suppose I get that she doesn't really have anyone else to complain to, because Master made it rather clear from the outset that giving him grief about belting her was going to make things...
In Which an Elven Servant Suffers a Succubus to Live in Her Home Chapter 13 *** It's hard to focus on what I'm doing, knowing, or rather, -not- knowing what's going on in the basement. It isn't soundproofed, exactly, but not a lot of noise gets out. At least for humans. As it is, every so often, I catch a little noise. Nothing that makes me really discern...
In Which an Elven Servant Suffers a Succubus to Live in Her Home ***** "Master, I don't mean to be too bold, but... I'm concerned," I finally speak up, about a week later than I should have. "About?" he replies without looking up from his book. "About this. All this," I gesture down at the papers and rune circle on the floor, "It's just..." I chew on my...
Note: This is my first submission so please be kind! It started out as a comedy piece (sort of) and ended up, like, well, this. She carefully worked her way through the dense underbrush, slapping at the tiny bugs that kept molesting her. Molly was tense. Every so often, when there was a break between the branches coming back to claw her in the face, she wou...