Landlord gets what he deserves from tenant who can't afford to pay her rent. Shining her light on him as if he was being interrogated by the CIA in a tent in Afghanistan, she used her light as her lie detector to discern if he was lying or telling the truth. "A question? You want to ask me a question? Yeah, sure. Go ahead," he said. "Ask me anything and I'...
WARNING: You will probably enjoy this story much more if you have already read the series Chris Donaldson, as well as Chapter 1 of Mr. One Fifty-Eight. The characters' back stories are revealed there. All characters depicted in this story are over 18. ***** Chris laid a ten dollar bill on the counter, trying to keep his hand steady. The portly, bald man...
Copyright 2009 by F. Diriger -3- David The day after I got out of my training with Ms Fechtenbaum, I figured out why I'd been having so much trouble convincing Dad of things I wanted. I'd had my eighteenth birthday on June 5, 2091, just a few days before I hacked our homebrain to watch Diane, and my birthday made Dad think I should be taking on more adult...
This is the story of three females and the contrast between their professional and personal lives. They are employed as institutional discipline administrators at a reform school for males. Sandy and Veronica are experienced mistresses and Kendra is a new punishment mistress. Let's take a look at a typical workday. Part 1. By Day: Sandy Sandy stood nonchal...
One month. Today makes one calendar month since her last orgasm. Everyday, she prays that today will be the day that he lets her cum, but, if truth be told, she would be a little disappointed if he did. Over the past month, she had seen him every day. Some days, she saw him multiple times, and every time, he would edge her. He would edge her until it was ta...
Chapter Seven, in which Charlotte the slave finally takes it up the fucking... Charlotte had been a great slave so far. She'd done everything we'd asked for (well, ordered) during the week, and had submitted to all of our commands. My wife in particular was getting off on fulfilling every degrading thought that came into her brain. Charlotte was her first s...
"So tell me about that dream...!" he said as he roughly pushed me into position, on my knees, hands behind my back. "Ummmm...well...well, it was at faire...in the woods." I smiled up at him sweetly and he cuffed my hands together, knowing that the invisible restraint of this position is far stronger than the cuffs. I will not move till he tells me to, wheth...
It was a boring Sunday morning. She was sitting at the kitchen table having a cup of coffee when she heard a knock at the door... To her surprise, it was a man she had been dreaming about. She knew him for 6 yrs. His gorgeous blue eyes and bald head was just in her mind for days. He was wearing a tight pair of blue jeans, and a flannel sweater. He held somet...
Friday afternoon the phone at my desk rang. "Hello?" I answered, and then smiled. "Hello my little pet," Mistress Jacqui's husky sultry voice came over the line. "Would you like to entertain me tonight?" "Whatever you desire," I replied quietly, hoping I couldn't be heard outside my office door. "Be here at the usual time," she said, and then hung up. At...
The leather cuffs are soft but implacable. They don't lock, but they don't have to either, because I can't reach the buckles no matter how much I stretch or twist my fingers. I'm hanging by my wrists in my boyfriend Robert's garage, midway between a bench press and a scattered set of free weights. With a huge effort, I could just barely touch the floor with...