Chapter 3: The Household Somehow, Dorée made it through her first night of service in the Duc's Chateau. The candles in her metal sconce burnt low. The wax fell more and more rarely as all the holes were filled with hard white drippings that cooled into fantastic shapes. The scenes of carnal activity that took place in the Grand Dining Hall before her becam...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** Previously: Mrs. Dobs, Jill's mother, had chastised Jill for allowing Jack to do her chores when he was obviously suffering from a head injury. Jill was caught smirking about Jacks plight and received a spank for her attitude. Mrs. Dobs grabbed her daughter's shoulder with one ha...
Mr King was a short, effeminate, man in his mid-fifties. He worked in the same department store where I had just landed my first job after high school. If you were to see Mr King sitting in a bar or a diner he would not attract your attention. There was nothing special about him at all, in fact, he was an insignificant, little man, whom most people dismissed...
Despite my extreme frustration, I slept soundly through the night. When I woke in the morning, Mistress was already gone. She had left a note for me on the dining room table instructing me to make the house spotless, devise a dinner menu for two and to call her at 5:00 pm to touch base. I had received notes like this from Mistress before and they usually for...
After verbalizing our desires he did something I really found appealing and a bit scary. "What's up with Clayton?" he asked. I didn't want to sound too defensive but his comment caught me off guard. It shouldn't have, but it did because my marriage to Clayton was obviously the 900 pound gorilla in the room. "Nothing's up with Clayton. He's my husband and...
I awoke sometime later that day not entirely sure how I felt. I knew something had gone from me and it was more than my maidenhood. I rolled over and saw Leif laying next to me, thankfully, this time I was less surprised at his presence. I took the time to get a close examination of him in his day form. His skin was cold and smooth, he looked statue-like wit...
By lamignonne and Zenmackie Marie felt wretched. While he was gone, it had been easy to nurture her feelings of resentment towards him for leaving her alone all day, tied up and bored, and suffering acutely from her unsatisfied lust. As the long day had worn on, her jaw aching more by the hour, her stomach growling, her body cold and bruised and her head mo...
When the weather was warm, it was Martha's custom to lay naked in her back garden. She stretched out luxuriously on the large sun lounger, reading, dozing or just contemplating the world for an hour or two each fine afternoon. A high brush fence surrounded the garden, screening it off from the houses either side. Thus, she could lay nude and unobserved, or...
It is Winter 1966. When five couples find themselves stranded at a remote high class inn by extreme weather conditions, they amuse each other by relating stories of an erotic nature, as well as taking part in all kinds of private and group sexual activities. The Host began with a tale about a birthday orgy involving a current top film star. The Theatre Comp...
Jim had devoted his life to his work and had risen to be President of a significant company. He worked ten or twelve hour days and virtually every day of the week. When he was home, he was on the telephone with work related issues. He loved his family and assumed that they accepted his compulsion to work and provide a good life for them all. It turned out th...