Chapter 3, The Punishment I was furious as I sat there at the kitchen table, trying to eat lunch.. Mistress was going out that night, going out with HIM, with Adonis! I knew Mistress would be very upset with me if she knew what I was thinking, calling him Adonis instead of Master Adonis and feeling like Mistress belonged to me instead of the other way aroun...
Author's Note: This story includes a cheating wife, but no husband humiliation. It is mostly a work of fiction. The readers will enjoy this story more if they read my HANDYMAN HANK story first. I set up some background there that is not repeated here. I hope you enjoy it and as always, your comments are welcomed. Chapter 02 (Miss Peggy) "What'cha working...
The day hadn't started well. Emma had been so excited the previous night that she had hardly slept at all. Images of all that she hoped for had been crowded onto the cinema screen of her imagination. At one point, she had knelt on the floor by her bed, wondering what it would be like to finally hold his erect prick, and stroke its length, hearing his sighs...
I have often wondered how it all started, if I go right back to the start maybe I will find some answers. I was going out with a girl called Joan and after some months I moved in with her and her family. They had a big house and lots of space. Her mum and dad were really cool and they seemed to like me. Time passed and we got engaged. Things stayed much t...
Janet was 43. She'd been a widow for more than two years, and for all of that time she realized how hopelessly incapable she was of controlling the misbehavior of her only child, her daughter Melanie. Janet's late husband had tried to discipline the girl, by grounding her and cutting off her allowance, but he'd had little success. And then Janet, on her own,...
I walk five steps behind, carrying her bags. She speaks to the taxi driver in a language I do not understand and she tips him with my money. She takes me to a bar you know, a place that is packed with people. I order a glass of wine for her and bring it obediently. She takes a sip and frowns at me. "What is this filth? This is terrible! Bring me something...
My watch alarm goes off on the bedside table, and I halfheartedly glance over. It's the very same alarm that woke me up the very first time I fucked my master, before he was my master. Sometimes when I look at it in the early morning, it takes me back to that camp in southern Ohio, 3:55 a.m., shaking off my nerves as I went to go meet Cole. But that's not q...
The eMail surprised me, to say the least. I had been posting erotic, sexy stories on the Internet into an old "usenet newsgroup," a system that doesn't even really exist anymore. On occassion, I received comments about my stories, many of them complimentary, and gratifying. A few weeks ago, I received the following: "Hello Susan. I am an avid fan of your...
Amber sighed impatiently. The person she was writing the article on was due 10 minutes ago. She hated waiting. This was unlike any other assignments she had ever had. The magazine wanted her to do something a little risqué, something sexual. She had chosen to do an expose on a person in the BDSM community. The problem was, of course, a lot of people in the...
Master is coming round tonight and I have the flat to myself. He wants me dressed and ready for him. Good! I am aching for his meaty manhood and looking forward to tasting his cum. He has given me instructions as to what I must wear and I know exactly what will turn him on most. I have the requisite clothes and hope he will like what I have done. The only...