The Prologue There are swingers clubs all around the world. Some you may have heard about and others are so private that you have to be sponsored by one of the group members. A few of these clubs are extremely private as far as the activities that go on behind their closed doors. I've personally attended a few of these private clubs myself. I can't give you...
*Late Afternoon - Dealing with artists typically involved puzzling instructions. This one had prefaced their date by sending a peculiar email. It was beyond demanding and Lissette had read it twice: --- "Skirt - short - very - Pleats/Catholic School - Red only/school girl look - Sheer blouse/red - see through - Button tightly - at wrists - Bra/none - Pan...
Last night my roommate Paula brought this hunk named Randall home with her from the bar. Randall was so tall; he had to duck to get through the doorway. He had beautiful long black curly hair, deep blue eyes and huge muscles. She told me he was a movie cowboy. He was a walking wet dream for every woman in the neighborhood. She led him with a smile for me, i...
It's the taste that brings it back, the salt sprinkled along the back of my thumb, the shot glass pinched between thumb and index finger, supported by the middle finger, while the slice of lime waits, held delicately between thumb and index finger all in preparation for... Her name was Erica, a name resurrected between the second, or maybe third tequila sol...
Part I I had just signed the Chastity Contract making me my wife's slave for the next five days. (For the curious, a copy is below). I handed it to my wife and she ordered me to strip and sit on my stool before her. After taking her time reading the Chastity Contract, she put it down and said: "Go and lay out the bondage gear and prepare my closet for you –...
She walked down the hall and stopped at the elevator. She hit the button and waited for the ding. The doors opened and she stepped inside the elevator car. She hit the penthouse button and the doors closed. She stood alone as the elevator went up. The elevator began to make a grinding noise and she looked up as the car stopped with a sudden jerk. She was th...
Chapter 12 About six-thirty that evening I was into another scallop wrapped in bacon and talking with Jean Power and Chris Hanson about real estate trends in the city. The party was well underway. To my surprise, someone lifted my left arm -- still holding the empty toothpick, and slipped in next to me in an intimate way. I got a kiss on the cheek. "Kris...
Upon owner's order what follows is the story of this slave's (age 60) path to permanent slavery. And the life, 7 years in May 2020, of slavery. Owner's Order: Write the story of your history with female domination. How it led to my taking permanent ownership of you. What your life of slavery has been. This one time you are released to be, and must be, tota...
My name is Evan. Events portrayed in this story did not occur. Characters are fictitious. Chapter One Nevada had been kind to me. After graduating college, I had come to pursue a job opportunity. After five years, that had worn thin. I was now working for an internet-order company as an account manager. Since before I had started, there had been a female...
Part 5 - New Friends in a New Home The Chevelle was headed back to the motel after a successful interview with Katherine McCullough, who had agreed to our becoming tenants in the downstairs of a duplex where Bruce and MaryLou occupied the upstairs. The top was down in the fresh mountain air and I was being verbally attacked, "How could you dump on the poor...