i was very much looking forward to Quality Time this week. Master was in the shower while i went into the dungeon to meditate on the massage table. My mind was racing, so i spent a lot of time just letting it race while i repeated my mantra to myself. Then, i took an active role in calming myself down by telling myself to calm down and what i expected of mys...
I'm laying on my side on the bed facing the door. The blindfold is in place, so I can't see, but I will be the first thing he sees when he walks in the room. This is the second time he has been my client, and the first time was the fuck of my life. However, we also broke all but one of my rules...and the same rules that I told his girlfriend I follow. When...
I stared at the screen as my finger lazily spun the little wheel in the middle of the mouse. I sat hunched over my desk, my expression less than enthused if even fully awake. The knock at the door barely warranted a disinterested glance over my shoulder. I leaned over to pluck up my discarded shirt from the its pile on the floor coupled with my bra, ending t...
This is the first three of possibly more chapters of a series of very short stories that share a common cast (usually) and theme, more like a series of vignettes than one story. If there are future sections written I plan to repeat the first chapter to set the stage, then jump right into the new material. Ch I Things couldn't have been any better, it was F...
It worked! I obsessed more and more about my psycho-sexual correction experience; eventually I determined to try to repeat it. I had trouble coming up with a suitably serious yet reasonably victimless crime which would fill the bill, until one day the solution arrived in the mail - jury summons. I look forward to jury duty, and unlike many, I'm disappointed...
Chapter 1 - The Locked Box She gathered together her willpower and cut into the box labeled "Old things" in black marker. Xi knew that the contents were Anna's before she had even opened the flaps in the dim attic light. She pulled out old sweaters and dresses. Ugh! Last decade's styles... She had never seen these clothes before. Anna must have brought this...
Pure Stroke – A home invasion stroke story This is my second story. It is intended as a stroke story, and I hope you see it as such. I have used no editor, and no beta readers, so any errors are mine and mine alone. Because it is a stroke story don't look too hard for character development. You won't find it. I say again, this is a stroke story.. Let me...
Denmark I walked into my apartment and took a long sigh. It was finally over. I was divorced from Kevin. Divorces inherently have terribly bitter times. I was grateful I had a beacon of hope. The light that shined like a lighthouse in the darkest of days arose from an unlikely source, an online Mistress. I never romantically kissed another woman or anything...
This story was originally meant to be fairly short. But like a lot of stuff it 'grew arms and legs' and changed as it went along. Some people might find it 'slow' to start with, but I think it is worth sticking with. I wanted to make the characters a bit more 3 dimensional than in most stories. I was also setting things up for more chapters (if I find the ti...
It didn't show. The stress bleeding Arisis's energy away, making his soul coil in his body, it settled around him like an invisible layer of drying lacquer over his heart, constricting and protecting deceptively. A thin, crackled lacquer bridge from problems that must be solved to some other place was hardly strong enough to hold for long. David watched hi...