Riding my pushbike to work one morning last week, I was delayed when a twig protruding from a shrub by the path dislodged the chain. I needed to stop the bike and untangle it from the derailleur gear sprocket on the back wheel. It would be a straight-forward operation. My brother taught me and his two other sisters how to maintain and repair our own bicycles...
This is a story about a wonderfully dominant Master Aidan and his submissive slave Kaeyla. It is written in the form of an entry in a journal. Please vote for my story! If you have any comments or suggestions, feel free to email me! Thanks for reading!! ********** Journal Entry ---- February 07, 2003 ********** It was a long, dreary Friday evening. I w...
Ch. 10: Painful Sunday Author's notes: 1. This story follows on from my previous story 'Mixed Emotions' in which the characters are introduced and developed. It is strongly recommended that 'Mixed Emotions' is read first. 2. This is a work of fiction. The activities and practices described in this series are neither condoned nor recommended. If you choose...
Gloria took a special delight in her ownership of the broken and emasculated Fox-Janner; her first action was to have him measured for a doggie suit by Maria, a task which the spiteful eastern woman relished; an extra- large opening would be made at the rear to ensure his zigzagged balls were displayed nicely. He was then en home, not to the grand house whic...
The Training Intensifies Yvonne looks down and bites her lip, sweat glistening on her pale skin. She is thankful for the shade provided over the pole, knowing it is also a safety precaution as permanent damage is not on at all. She lets out another yelp as another shift of her weight makes the dildo that protrudes inside her rub up inside deeper. She is pa...
What she needed of course was pain. To let me dominate and hurt her. The more I took control the more she lost control. Her only will was to be used, perhaps abused, by me. Struggling to appear normal, she paid the babysitter and said goodbye. Standing in the middle of the room, she looked at me and I watched her tremble. Looking into her eyes I saw fear a...
People ask me frequently, people that know me well, why I haven't remarried. I have been single now for ten years. There are only two reasons for marriage. First, to have a monogamous sexual relationship. The second is to raise children. I have no intention to remain monogamous. To remain with one woman and deny the others I know who depend on me to feed the...
While Kelly showered, I left the bathroom and lay down on the bed to rest a little. I unpacked my laptop and got online to peruse some porn. 12 minutes later, Kelly re-assumed her position in front of the coffee table on her knees with her hands behind her head. She was wearing her heels and nylons. I ignored her for a few minutes while I finished up on the...
I sit at the banquet with my two good friends, the centurion Marcus and his wife the good lady Titiana. We admire my two slaves bringing trays of roasted meats and fruit, olives and wine. Valentina, you look fantastic I think to myself, you wriggle as if to enhance the feel of the leather thong on your clitoris, your heavy breasts jiggle beneath your flimsy...
Chapter Six Submission It was a week before either George or Charlene was able to give the last of the eight fantasies more than a passing thought. George had just won a new contracting job and was knee deep in the process of getting the necessary permits and hiring the right sub-contractors. The crisis pregnancy center had received its seemingly annual re...