She wakes up Saturday morning knowing that there is something special planned for the evening, with the memory of what is brings a smile to her face, she has been waiting years to go to one of these parties and she finally has her chance to go with people like her who love to have fun and play. She had met a new Dom on-line just a few days before and is enth...
Dear Shoeblossom: Do you get many letters from Jeff City, or from Missouri at all? Harmon, my husband tells me we are the "silent majority" and no one cares about us, until the Presidential elections come around. Then we're considered the conservatives, I suppose. Harmon and I were at one of those Tea Party Town Hall events, and I remember reading an edito...
We have been walking all day, you and I, through rainforest ruins. The approved tour path leads us through great halls of the Aztecs, temples, dwellings. The jungle around us fills our world with wild sounds: growling, chirping, rustling, mating calls, and occasional roars. On our map is a red circle approximately two miles off of the beaten path. You notice...
Wine Country – Part 1 – Traveling to We are traveling to the wine country of California taking a flight to SFO. We head to the airport with our luggage including our special suitcase, you know the one. We get our tickets and check our baggage. We pass through security and are walking through the terminal. People just seem to be looking as you walk, with you...
The message on my machine was clear and concise, "I'll pick you up at 3:00. Look sexy and wear a dress." That was it. No explanation, no details, just an "order" from Him. It didn't cross my mind to question Him. I would be ready as requested and waiting for Him at 2:50. ~ As the hour approached and I began my preparations, I listened to the message agai...
This is based on some inspiration I had from a friend the other day. I've used "Sir" instead of a name so that it is easier to imagine yourself in the place of the characters. Please give feedback, I'm always working on improving my writing. * It'd been storming outside for what seemed like days. Thankfully, my Dom and I had been well prepared -- we knew...
The Greybeards had graciously let Lydia lay our bedrolls out in the room off to the right of the front entrance, and even provided some partitioning screens for our feminine privacy. Just the same, I wanted to be sure that our "activities" would not violate these monks' sanctity, so I asked Arngeir about it. He assured me that the Greybeards were an order o...
Check out Chapter One if you want this to make any sense. Even then, it still doesn't make much sense, but it's been damn fun writing. Thanks for all the kind words. I'll keep at this story-line if you guys are digging it. ***** It took Penny almost two weeks to fashion a mask from various fabrics, creating a form-fitting hood that wrapped her head and sna...
He had decided he wanted her, already knowing her for the slave she is, he called her office to set up a lunch meeting with her. Totally unaware of what he had planned for her, she agreed to the meeting. As she entered the restaurant, his eyes gleamed as he took her in, her thoughts on work, she smiled, as always respectful, ever the submissive she waits for...
Ch. 8: Dark Night of the Tupperware, Part 2 I ran like hell right around the corner of the house, and nearly stumbled upon Mrs. Bickers and my Mom! At last I found her! I ducked down beneath some shrubs, holding my breath in tight, praying that I had not been heard. My lungs were threatening to burst through my skin, and sweat was pouring down my head. No...