Chapter 32 – Renee's photo shoot. Help for Ellen Monday morning, Renee was gone by the time the rest of the house got moving. That night she was home, looking tired and aching from posing all day long, including major costume changes every hour. At the dinner table, Renee said, "I have been asked whether I know any handsome men who might be interested in b...
Part 2: The Fishing Trip I opened my eyes a few minutes before the alarm went off. I looked. It was 6:28 and we were going fishing. By we, I mean myself and my transgender niece, Karen. A little background is in order. My name is Dominic, Dom for short. I live in a coastal city where I make a good living as a diesel mechanic. I'm in my early thirties. I...
The ways of a submissive are mostly truth-bound and extremely erotic in their simplicity. Someone (my Dom) makes requests, commands, demands, etc., and I as the submissive, submits. Along this path however, there are times whether intentional or unintentional, when someone such as myself, "messes" up. Therefore, punishment is required. . . Sometimes, disobe...
This is my first attempt at writing anything for publication other than business and training materials so I want to take this opportunity to thank my new friend Angel_Love for agreeing to be my editor. If you like what you read it is due in great part to her assistance. Also I would appreciate any feedback that any of you readers would care to send me. *...
In the kingdom of Vermillion, lived an immortal king who sat upon a cold throne in a desolate castle. His stone palace sat on the side of a cliff above the small city below, a bustling horde of people and the wooden and brick structures that sat in straight lines. Despite rarely leaving his home, the king did watch and view his subjects from afar. He made i...
I was driving home the morning after my Manhattan Challenge, ostensibly because I'd over-imbibed and the lady of the house, Theresa, refused to let me drive. All the revelations (and realizations) of the past twelve hours swirled in my head. Fair to say, I was in the middle of a bunch of spouse-swapping sexcapades. And no question about it - I was the chum...
The Wednesday after Thanksgiving... Cold, wet, and dark with heavy clouds... 8:25 AM Eddie found himself staring at the clock, wondering for the thousandth time whether or not this woman with the very strange story and very bizarre request was going to show up. He had a side bet with himself that she would not. That hadn't stopped him from preparing thou...
WARNING: You will probably enjoy this story much more if you have already read the series Chris Donaldson, as well as Chapter 1 of Mr. One Fifty-Eight. The characters' back stories are revealed there. All characters depicted in this story are over 18. ***** Chris laid a ten dollar bill on the counter, trying to keep his hand steady. The portly, bald man...
I had sent Chelsea out to serve another Dom for the weekend, I had negotiated a trade for his favourite sub. As much as I would have loved to have kept Chelsea here and had both of them serve me, it served my interests better that she go to him. There was a knock on the door, I knew she would be exactly on time, he had assured me she was obedient and took d...
Ch. 02 First dominance and submission, and public sex. * Ch. 1 Two work friends become kinky lovers. Ch. 2 First dominance and submission, and public sex. Ch. 3 Three days of rough sex at a rented beach house. Ch. 4 The Spanish Inquisition and dark art. Ch. 5 Opera and sex in Amsterdam. * This is a true story. It is as true as my memory and story cr...