Cycle 233. I am pretty sure this is cycle 233 for me. I have no way to count other than my mind, and my mind is probably trustworthy but it is difficult to tell sometimes. I replay this story in my mind every day because it is better than going insane but I am keeping count. I try to repeat this in my mind with the same words, these exact words. Trying to ke...
(Authoress Note: All disclaimers regarding characters, age appropriateness etc are in effect. I hope some of you enjoy this and I am working on another piece with a current working title, "A Yankee in the Bronx." But it will be awhile before I publish. Thanks!) * "I'm a cunt Sir," the words come out of my mouth and echo harshly against the cement block wal...
He had the funds wired over to her bank account the same day she was to fly into Montréal. The agreement was this: from the moment she stepped off the plane until the moment she returned, she was to be completely under his command. After weeks of emails and online chats, he had finally convinced her to come out. Although she had been wary from the start, h...
I don't know why I had left them so exposed – usually I kept them well hidden, even when I wasn't expecting anybody to be coming around. I suppose I had just been careless the last time I'd worn them, but it was still a stupid mistake to make. It's true Lauren's visit was unexpected – why the hell would she be coming round my place? I mean, she was a good fr...
I was left, naked, there for some ten minutes or so. And then the door opened. I was amazed by what (who?) entered the room. There were two women completely encased in baby pink latex with vertical white piping on the seams, complete to the point their heads were even covered. Now, I have worn latex before (at my ex's want), but this was something new. The...
Christine pulled against the leather straps that held her arms spread apart. They weren't so tight they cut into her skin, but they were tight enough to be uncomfortable. She was still blindfolded and gagged. She had been grateful when someone came in to untie her arms from behind her back and free her ankles, but then they tied her wrists to the posts of th...
16 Pantyhose Copyright Oggbashan December 2013/November 2014 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. ***********************************...
Gavin walked into the room and looked around, it was silent. He looked to his watch and wondered if the girls had gone out for drinks after dinner. Walking into the bedroom he found them, each in the submissive pose at the corner of the bed. "I've died and gone to heaven," Gavin smiled loosening his tie. "Welcome," they said in unison. "St. Peter is busy...
5 Jul 1863 Dear Madam., It is with a profoundly dour heart and soul that I write this letter. I must extend my personal and deepest condolences, for your beloved Captain Daniel F. Beauregard, has been struck down on the field of battle near Gettysburg. He fought with a valiance that awed his men and impressed his superiors on countless occasions. Always le...
Sometimes it's a long way up from the floor. I have to lean back and pull hard on your arm to get you up off the tatami. “I've been sitting in the position too long” you say with a chuckle. “Yeah, right! That’s it, Terry!” I tease. We have both been sitting cross-legged for over an hour eating too much food and drinking too much sake to be able to stand with...