All decked out to showcase my voluptuous curves, I'm sitting in an armchair in the presidential suite at Portland's Paramount Hotel, sipping champagne. I check my new Tiffany watch. It's 2:31 pm on September 18. Any moment now. I shift excitedly in my chair. I've been wet ever since I left work early for a "doctor's appointment." With each passing month, I...
Jessica Feeling the kisses on her feet she reveled in the pleasure of it. To have another human grovel at your feet was simply divine. She thought back to one of her history professor's lectures. It was about how the concept of "all men being created equal" was such an affirming and revolutionary idea that brought about such change. Well that certainly nev...
Chapter 3 - Dressed for class There's a sudden noise from the changing rooms. I make out a banging of doors. Steve yanks his thumb out and kicks me onto the shower floor again. 'Come on you horrible lot,' Sir screams from outside the showers. 'What's the hold-up? I've another lesson in 5 minutes. I want you out in 60 seconds. 59, 58, 57...' Sir began count...
Meet Brianna and Xavier... Her neck snapped up from the head of couch as the sound of the door unlocking resounded through her sleepiness. A tall, dark silhouette filled the doorway. Brianna flicked on the lamp next to her on the small mahogany table and a pair of tired grey eyes met hers. "It's after midnight." She said, trying to keep her voice calm and...
Chapter two — Riding the Pole Author's foreword: Be sure to read the events in part one, Male Sub Ch. 01 – Sting of the Lash. * Three days had passed since Mistress Brandy provided a demonstration of wielding a whip on her hunky male submissive Allen. The thin line of torn up flesh made by Carla with the vicious blacksnake whip was now just a...
The armored detainee transport pulled through the stately front gates, passed high stone walls and meandered through towering topiaries before stopping before the resplendently bright white mansion. The vehicle stopped and two of the Sheriff's men stepped out, one holding a shotgun, just should the need arise. The door in the rear was unlocked and two more g...
Note: This story may be offensive to Catholics. It messes with convention and blatantly contradicts and challenges the Catholic Church. It also presents a Priest as a masochist and a sinner. If any of these things offend you I urge you not to read this story Special Thanks to SimonBrooke (found through the volunteer editor program) for being my editor on t...
The year is 2020. "Give me one good reason why I should let you live," Cindy growls at the intruder, slightly letting up on the choke hold her hand has on his neck. He gets mere seconds to attempt to catch his breath before Cindy turns to Gracelyn with a nod. A shooting pain runs up his body from between his legs as his nuts are crunched by a merciless kic...
The soft black and chrome leather bustier pushed Natasha's breasts upward to astonishing heights; the mounds of soft flesh trembled with every step that she took. John sucked in a deep breath as she walked towards him. She was truly a Goddess. Her legs were on display in black thigh high vinyl boots, the heels of which had to be at least 6 inches high and de...
Graham Ward sat. He had been sitting in the same position; eyes fixed straight ahead, for the last thirty minutes. The sounds of sexual excitement from the next room were disturbing and distracting and he half wondered if he would ever get used to them. He believed that his choice in this matter was limited. Every few minutes he would close his eyes, trying...