"I'm not going to say it again, I won't marry you, I don't want to talk about it any more." "I thought you loved me." "You know I love you, Christ almighty, I tell you every time I see you." "Then why can't we get married?" "FUCK! Donna we've been over this a thousand times, you know why." I said as I got out of the bed that Donna and I had just made lov...
*****Here is chapter two of the story. I had planned on submitting this much sooner, but had some unexpected things happen in the world outside of my computer. :) As for a comment I had received privately about this story being about a husband disciplining his wife in anger...all I can say is read on...and continue to send feedback...I really really do appre...
I've been away for a while. Real life and other projects have kept me busy. Things have stabilized a little and I hope to get back to writing shorter stories. This is a return visit to one of my characters that I like very much. It is a standalone story but I would suggest that you read the other two installments of "Cold Steele". Those stories will give y...
Chapter 6 "Lady of the House" Martin had been home three days from his visit to the spa, and things were now becoming a bit more of daily routine for him as mistress of the household. As usual he had been awakened early by his husband with a long passionate kiss on the lips. Martin grabbed the sheets with both hands and groaned as he awoke in the affectio...
At 7:00pm you arrived in my room. You were fully dressed and looking very good. I sat you down and did your make-up and hair. Since your original wig was still splattered with cum I picked you out a different one. Similar in style but brunette. You looked like a totally different whore. "We are going to have company tonight, slut. You will greet our guests...
*14th June* I was sitting in my office in Park Street. It had been a quiet day and I had sent my secretary home early. Listening to a basketball game on the radio, my attention was broken as I heard a sharp tap on the door. Turning the radio off, I called that it was open, and to come on in. "Mr. Bridges, Zack Bridges?" "That's what it say's on the door!...
Margaret Frayne had walked from the train station since she could not stretch for the cost of a seat in a carriage. The wife of her previous employer had given her a few extra coins in her final pay, which Margaret suspected was the financial equivalent of her pity. Margaret had been deemed "unsuitable" for the position, the reason of which was left unstated...
It began with a need, a hunger for something new, a reckless desire to control the world I inhabited and to mould those around me as I wished. Life was dull. I owned and ran a string of launderettes around the city which I had begun setting up 20 years ago, though these days they pretty much ran themselves leaving me with far too much time to think, somethi...
I returned to school a few days before Jeff. He was finishing his work for the summer. I wanted the chance to show him I could be a domestic asset. I quickly realized that as far as cleaning our apartment I had little interest in domestic competence, let alone excellence. I hired a cleaning service to get the place in shape. Food shopping took me almost a...
The memories of that night still haunted her. Sprawled out on the kitchen floor, Jenna curled up into a ball, her arms wrapped tightly around her head to protect her battered face. Her left eye was swollen shut and her right blurry. She recognized the warm, iron-flavored liquid. She had tasted her own blood often enough. Her tongue found the split upper li...