He shivered and pulled the collar of his coat up higher, trying to keep the cold rain from running down his neck. Obviously his decision to walk to the art gallery had not been a good one. Hopefully Angie would be able to do something about his wet clothes. Angie was the owner of the small and very successful art gallery. She specialized in up and coming art...
In the beginning there is always dark.... I wake up in the dark every morning, always before the light has hit the sky. I can hear the city outside far down below my darkened suite. It doesn't matter which one, they all wear the same face. I lay in the dark, remembering, in some half awake fantasy. "He" is there. My body comes alive as my brain tortures me...
Brent Kelly, CEO of AK Software, gently shook the shoulder of the young woman sleeping with her face on a keyboard. "Wake up, Persephone. Aunt Gi called, and she's worried about you." Persephone yawned and stretched her arms. "Oh, Brent. What time is it?" "It's just after eleven; Friday morning, in case you've lost track. Aunt Gi was worried when you didn'...
You can't deny that sanity was lacking from this room. The smell of sweatiness and salt from blood was almost as unpleasant as the shackles around their feet. No one knew the time of day; instead, time could counted by the amount of shallow breathe uttered from your shivering cell mates body. Aside from the severe discomfort, I had to find a way of escape....
Cock Socket sat in the back seat of her Master's truck while her Master and his friend Griff' sat in the front, laughing and talking about sports or something; Cock Socket wasn't sure because she wasn't paying attention. It was so much easier to look at the scenery passing by as they drove than it was to try to follow their conversation. She was so happy to...
The saga continues in Part 3 of The Suitcase, where Georgina gets some body mods and her Daddy reveals the more sinister plot. Keep reading if you want to find out where our sissy will go next. Enjoy! ***** It was like I was dreaming. My tall, hunky Daddy was leading me down the stairs to a sex dungeon which was packed with toys, while behind me was anot...
The Yorkshire village of Hornsthwaitedale straddles the lazy curve of the river around the old stone bridge where the oak tree bends low beneath the lush weight of its own greenery, and willows ripple shadows up from the shingle riverbank across the cemetery towards the tall spire of the Norman church. Several narrow ginnels and snickets radiate between clus...
The lower floors of the parking garage are completely full, but I find an empty parking space on the third floor in front of a concrete wall and thankfully head into it. It is late Saturday morning so I surmise there are a lot of people shopping. I turn the engine off and try to relax; the journey has been quite interesting. Driving for the first time in my...
A few weeks ago, I had made a comment to Lyndsay how odd it seemed that both Dawn and I were such natural submissives. We took to bondage, humiliation, and harsh punishments as readily as ducks take to water. "Is this something that runs in my family?" I asked, "If I researched my family tree would I find other women who took to bondage, nudity and cruel p...
The aroma of marijuana scents the air. Sean takes another puff of his joint and gently hands his camera to me. "Hold the camera steady, Aria. The world needs to watch the artist work, baby." He grabs the bucket of magenta house paint and walks over to the tarp covered terrace. Sean pours the bucket of paint over his head, the magenta paint cascading down hi...