Prologue: I am a slave, a real-time, trained, Owned slave. These stories are based on real life experiences that I have had in addition to personal fantasies, although names and places have of course been changed. The Mr. O in the stories is my Owner, my Master. He is my world and because of him, I can truly live. As an author’s note, let me say that written...
In the motel room she knelt at his feet, her dark fingers gripping and gently tugging on his white, semi-erect cock. Her face radiated the heat of her lust that had been fueled and stoked by the blowjob she had just given him. He smiled with the satisfied grin of a man who has just shot a load of semen down a beautiful woman's throat. She still wore her tigh...
We walk into the clothing store. Actually, it's not really a clothing store, so much as a lingerie store. We're back in Victoria's Secret looking for more sexy underwear for you. However, Jan's Secret is that underneath your pants and beneath your underwear you are wearing the Butterfly. In my left pocket lies the remote and my finger is on the trigger. We w...
The sun was just beginning to set as Sherry and I finished our makeup. This was becoming our routine Saturday night ritual. We would get dressed up and walk through the woods behind our house to a clearing where we lay out a blanket and enjoy the night outdoors. We always packed a backpack with flashlights, wine, some excellent weed, sex toys and a blanket....
After a long hard day at work, it is so nice to walk in the door and see you in your submissive position. Down on all fours, naked, with your head down. So help you god, if I was to ever walk in and our eyes met. The sight of you being so obedient takes my breath away. “Get me a drink.” You turn and crawl away to fetch me my drink. I walk over to the chair...
Chapter 1 It was a dark and stormy night...thunder could be heard echoing in the cold, crisp autumn air and every couple of minutes there was a bright flash of lightning which illuminated the clouds in the night sky. How appropriate for all Hallow's eve, the night of witches and ghosts, tricks or treats. She checked her image in the rear-view mirror, satis...
THE HIGH SCHOOL YEARS - SUSAN In high school I was 18 years old and so were the Senior Class girls that I had sex with in my car. It was 1959 and condoms were hardly ever used and they were difficult to purchase if you were under 21. I had dated three different girls that were all on the cheerleading squad and that had proved to be interesting. I never told...
This is a continuation of my previous story “Another Business Dinner”. Briefly, I had gone with my neighbour to a dinner organised by one of her clients. During the dinner, one of the director’s wives had come on to me and, at the end of the evening passed me a slip of paper with her mobile phone number on it. I had returned with Mary, my neighbour, to our c...
I really didn't have anything on my mind other than getting hold of a few good size bass this morning. With a little preparation I finally got out early enough that I could easily get my boat in the water and have a chance at some top-water action. The pre-dawn very heavy with fog made me a little nervous pulling the boat and sure enough I came over a small...
October 21st - Thursday: The Last Day and Night Here. After we all get up and use the bathroom, John starts shaving. I corner John in the bathroom and asks him what else he's bought Joan. He tells me he should make me wait. I beg him. He tells me it's a fairly cheap tiara that he put a little silver plaque on that reads "Queen Of The Sluts". The whole thing...