The second chapter of The Dutch Mistress continues the story of my enslavement by the two friends Arianne de Vries, a Dutch businesswoman and her friend and lover, the beautiful young French brunette Sapphira Delatoise. The women aim to achieve a Total Power Exchange, by whatever means necessary... *** From the position in which I had been placed, balanced...
Klein patted her on the head and attached a leash to her collar. "Good girl, Felix." He ruffled her hair. Felix loved the praise but it was short lived. Much like everything else in her life. "Don't congratulate her too much, we need to chastise her now." Isobel had moved off her chair to stand beside Klein, Felix sat on all fours looked at the weird leat...
I love my wife dearly. She's a wonderful girl; sassy and funny, smart and energetic with a real zest for life. She pretty tall, about 5'10", and buxom. She has big, bouncy, jiggly 42DD tits that make for incredible cleavage, and her figure is soft and curvy. She has a bit of a belly, but that smoothly curves into her womanly hips, thick thighs and luscious a...
She started, awakening to the sound of several clicks directly in front of her. She felt her wrists being jammed together, joined by an extremely short chain. She could not see, and other than the sound of creaking leather and vinyl, and the clicks of the chains being snapped into place, she could not hear. The only sense available to her was that of smell,...
"I'm here for the tour," James said with his dangerously addictive smile. Belinda looked up from the reception desk of the old gaol. He was wearing a different suit, this one wasn't covered in dust, but otherwise he looked just as good. The punishment she'd inflicted on him on his last visit didn't seem to have affected his confidence as he sat on her desk...
I dressed for Mr. Secretive in stockings, a garter belt, thong and a flared skirt and knee-high boots - an easy access costume - then headed out to the pub before the husband got home. "I don't know when I can make it... almost dinner here." No worries, time to hang out and sketch. To titillate him I sent him a single word text every 15 minutes describing...
Dear Shoeblossom: Miguel awaits me, as he and his assistants prepare the cocaine with baking soda. Mig gives orders mostly, and the fellows chop and mix the drugs, and suddenly, there I am in my snug little Hello Kitty top and cargo pants. I've been out shopping with Miguel's Platinum Visa, and I grin at him loopily. "Remy, honey how are you?" Mig smil...
It was on my mind over dinner. Sex, that is. We agreed to meet for a meal at the pub next door to the Travellodge. I'd downloaded the pics to the laptop, and resisted the urge to masturbate over them. I'd showered and shaved, and changed into evening gear; black shoes, black jeans and a black teeshirt. New batteries in the camera, condoms in my wallet, and I...
Aaron Barnes stood in front of the full-length mirror on his bedroom door inspecting every detail of his grooming and clothes for the slightest imperfection in preparation for the job interview he would have just two hours later that morning. It had taken two years of doggedly sending resumes to every possible employer in need of an accountant for him to fin...
Author's Note: My spiritual mother, Colonel Marina Raskova, founder of 588th Night Bomber Regiment -- what the Germans in WW2 called "Das Nachthexen," the "Night Witches" -- once asked me, "what is the purpose of prose if not poetry?" She delighted in French Avant-garde theater, Dada art, surrealistic poetry, and so do I. If stream of consciousness bores you...