"This is my rented flat you know Michelle. It's not fair you being like this with me. I've always been good to you haven't I?" Peter says. He often seems to get into situations like this. He was never very good about sticking up for himself. Now his girlfriend is chucking him out just because she found him dressing up in her things. "I just don't want to l...
Chapter 7: No Pain, No Gain I was interstate as guest speaker at a BDSM convention and whilst there I took the opportunity to catch up with Rob Carter, an old friend from my high school days. Rob had invited me to meet his third wife and "a few other friends of ours" at a dinner party. I unavoidably arrived a little late and after hurried introductions we...
A week later I return to your office for the 5th punishment session. It's the midway point through my entire discipline "schedule" as you've laid out for me. You already told me before hand that it is going to be a "B&D" session today -- bondage and discipline. I shiver involuntarily at these words... they sound so erotic and dangerous to me. All week long I...
Brandy rolled over and nuzzled deeper into her pillow. She was so warm and comfortable in her bed that she just couldn't bear to rise. The sound and smell of a steady spring rain lulled her back to sleep every time she attempted to try to climb out of bed. The shrill ring of the telephone jarred her slightly awake, reaching over she fumbled with the receiv...
Prologue The hills of north-east Yorkshire are a mysterious inhospitable place, full of legends inspired by the strange stones and barrows which occupy the different moors. It is easy to be seduced and indeed disoriented by the expanse of heather surrounding the ancient strip farms. At the time of this tale, this was supplemented by the vile scarring of quar...
Dear Shoeblossom: One nigh I attached Carter's wrists to the ceiling hook in his basement, and separated his legs and locked them into a spreader bar. I whacked his cock to awaken it with my long cut rose switch...didn't bother to cut off the thorns! And then I brought out a thin steel knitting needle. "This little slit at the end of your cock is quite s...
"Right girls – toilet, wash, strip, discipline and bed. Form two queues as you are directed. Fisher left, Bradley right, Taylor right, Kaul right, Montford left, Hill left ,Peters right, Douglas left," they were instructed. Daisy took her place at the back of the 4 person queue her hands still firmly clamped to the top of her head. "Right first pair your...
This story was inspired by a photograph. The naked model is as described in the story...standing on tip toes, bent forward at the hips, holding onto the frame of an antique bed. The picture was so perfect that I wrote this as an homage to her poise and beauty. ---------------------- She knelt, patiently. Her thoughts drifted like leaves on a lake, caug...
He had remained a bachelor, blaming the rigours of his working life which had often seen him travel to the corners of the British empire on business as the reason for not taking a wife, in response to those who cared to ask. The real reason for Henry Trent remaining single at nearly 50 - he being a more than reasonably well off Victorian gentleman, fit and a...
The twins were so identical, that Amelia could not tell which was Janice and which was Joanne. She noticed a freckle near the left nipple of one, but never having been intimate with the girls, she did not know whose identifying mark that might be. Their partners moved in front of the girls like the other men had done when it was their turn. The difference th...