Jenny was more than a little nervous as she watched the taxi pull away -- terrified was more like it. The bus trip had been scary enough. Never having ventured beyond her front door dressed en femme, she had ridden a bus 700 miles to a strange city, looking like a low-classed slut. Here she was, at last, on the doorstep of a man she had never met in person b...
SENT: Friday, 13. November at 5:18 AM FROM: Curator TO: Emily SUBJECT: Re: following instructions Hi Emily, It took me some time to fall asleep. I spent a long time thinking about you and how you would reply which made me horny. I'm happy to say that my expectations were more than surpassed. Yes, I live in central Europe and a 6-hour time difference re...
Part III Training Classes. In the morning after she'd served the madam sexually and as furniture the previous evening, as well as having been fucked and sodomized by the warden during the night she was led out of his office for the first time in five days, except for the photo shoot and short session in the madam's office as live furniture. After going thr...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Please be warned that the erotic scene in this chapter does not come until you have patiently read through most of the text. This installment had been subjected to more than a dozen edits, two of which had seen the deletion of an entire chapter that was as long, if not longer, than this one. I could only hope that you, dear readers, will enjo...
Jena is a professional domme. I didn't know it when I met her. At the party of a mutual friend where we met, her roving eye caught my roving eye, and I was drawn to her. It may have been her late thirties demeanor that attracted me, or it may have been her blonde hair, parted in the middle and curled under just before it reached her shoulders; perhaps it was...
This is a story that involves cuckolding, cream pies and other conduct that you may not find attractive. If you don't, don't read it. This is for those who do enjoy the fantasy of such things. I'm sure I'm not alone in having moments of clarity when everything makes sense and I know I have the perfect insight, the perfect answer, or even fore knowledge of w...
This is a work of pure fiction. Any relation between the events and characters herein and reality is coincidence and may the gods help anyone who has done anything like this. This first story is “slow-burn” because I am first and foremost a storyteller. Later stories will assume an understanding of the Way, and will be a little more fast-burn. Also be aware,...
ALL CHARACTERS ARE ADULTS. * They raced through the forest, across the fall of dead leaves, grass, and pine needles, the aroma of pine needles filling their nostrils. The black convict ran first, his face burnished with sweat; the other convict, white, cast furtive glances over his shoulder. They wore the wet flannel stripes of convicts. "How far to the...
I walked down the long corridor off the plane; it didn’t take me long after glancing around to finally see you. Your big smile greeting me in such a way, I knew it had to be my Master. I walked up to you gracefully and you whispered my name into my ear in that sultry way I have heard so many times. I knew this is where I belonged. You took my hand and we...
This story is set in the year 846 in Northern Italy. A brief glossary follows the story. Abbot Agostino winced as he made his way on the muddy track. A afternoon rain had dampened the trees and shrubs on the five mile path between the historic abbey of Ebovium and the simple hut of Niccólo the Priest. The Abbot's toes grew muddy in his leather sanda...