_______________________ I hardly knew her. We hadn't spent more than a few hours together in our whole lives. And yet three times she gave me a gift you can only give one person in your whole life. _______________________ Her Chastity I noticed the disruption in the pattern as soon as I entered the room. There was a knot of men clustered around one woman...
Chapter 4 Wednesday I had to get up early on Wednesday as I had three classes, the first starting at 8 am. Classes were uneventful until my last class of the day. It was my Economics class and Prof. Simon handed me a slip of paper as I entered the class. The paper said to meet her in her office following class. A little after 2 pm I arrived at Prof. Simon'...
The regression room contained no windows or other sources of natural light. About the size of a usual therapy room, it was a considerably large space that still felt claustrophobic. The grey cement render that coated the walls prevented noise from drifting down the hallway and inevitably upsetting the other patients, more importantly it prevented any sound f...
This is one of my first fictional works and may not be great in the eyes of others. I'm willing to learn but from the perspective of women and women only. Since I cannot claim to know what lies in the minds women...especially the dominant woman, I cannot effectively provide the best written stories. I seek feedback from ALL women, but greatly encourage opini...
I'm trying a couple things differently with this one. One, shorter chapters. Two, deeper stories and more developed characters. As always, let me know what you think. Except for grammatical errors. I do care about those, but once the story is up, there is nothing I can do about it. ***** Tim As I pulled into the parking space outside of my apartment, I sa...
*We make the friends we have, not the ones we want, because they are people, not tools* (Thanks to Frontma for chipping away at the rough edges of what I write) (While there is playful sexual contact there is no hardcore sex this episode -- sorry) (Yes, this tale is supposed to be somewhat humorous and outrageous too. While not always comedic I'd like to...
(Once more, thank you frontma for your editing) * *Pain is either not knowing what it is or forgetting what it was* (Yes, this tale is supposed to be somewhat humorous and outrageous too. While not always comedic I'd like to think it is mostly a good-natured romp.) I was slumped down on the floor against the wall when an expensive pair of shoes came at...
I decided that I should begin writing down my various fantasies. They will serve multiple purposes, mainly in not having to remember them and they will afford me the opportunity to practice what writing skills I may have. I was outside of my class, talking with my roommate when I saw M pass by. M had previously admitted that she enjoyed being tied up during...
The week had gone by. My legs were still smooth. I slid my hand inside my dressing gown and felt my hairless balls. I'd loved being forcibly dressed by Stephen and Shellie, but the vengeful man in me wanted to get my own back. How could I find a punishment that Stephen wouldn't enjoy? He was into all sorts of kink. I doubted that there was anything he would...
Esolen smiled at Claude. She shook her short dark hair. It was a bob, easy to control, but quite thick, and a bit curly. Claude stood in front of her, weeping slightly, and holding the thick leather strap. "Claude, we talked about this." Esolen's soft voice resonated. Esolen never raised her voice. "There are rules and consequences. When I moved in with you...