3:00 pm 12/16/15 - Present day My name is Christine, and I'm a 30-year-old high school teacher with a very interesting tale to tell. I'm a sex slave to a computer. But to fully understand what brought me to this moment, I need to start from the beginning. I grew up an only child in a farmhouse. It's not that my parents were farmers they just wanted the so...
Cover photo taken from Jesse Flanagan Photography, 2017 You are running late, since you have an appointment at 10 o’clock, in 44th Hamilton Street, and its 9:45 AM. Almost running to the place, you hope to arrive at time and not have to make another new appointment. After a tremendous rush, you finally reach Hamilton Street. Like any other day, the street w...
When the universe first had the spark of existence, the first inkling of anything more than total, unending nothingness, a rod was formed from the ashes of a lost world. Barely a few hundred billion atoms long, this rod held a power from the universe before; a power from a universe whose laws of physics were entirely different from the universe following. Th...
PROLOGUE My name is David. I am 54 years old. I am divorced....twice. I have very little to do with my family or ex wives or indeed children of which I have two. I have a nothing job as a furniture salesman. I am not a little bored with the whole thing. I am quite thick set and average height but I am blessed with fairly good looks. I have my own flat whi...
(To help keep track of moves and pieces I use https://lichess.org/editor it's a very good resource) The audience gathered in the auditorium. A buzz of anticipation ran through the crowd as they made their way to their assigned places. As they settled into their seats, a thousand immerse sensors in each chair reacted to its occupant?s presence and began to ch...
The table was set. All that was required was Miss Dani, currently in her bedroom changing. I knelt naked at her chair patiently awaiting her arrival and her permission to begin serving. Just before letting myself into her home that day, I was feeling a mixture of anxiety, joy, misgiving, trepidation and ecstasy. Although I knew she wouldn't be inside when I...
Sandra straightens her simple black dress before moving up the stairs. Her heels click on the stone as she confidently ascends towards the doorway and the possibilities beyond. She shows the doorman her member card, and the entrance is opened. Having been here a multitude of times before, Sandra no longer notices the glamour of the grand foyer with its high...
[Author’s note: This story is currently under revision. I took a break from the site for a few years, and now that I’m looking at my old stories, I’m finding it hard to carry them forward without bringing them more in line with my current sensibilities. You might notice some small changes, adjustments, and corrections. You will definitely notice where I’ve r...
Author's Foreword— This is my thirteenth submission to Literotica. You are invited to visit my profile to access the archives for my older postings. Comments are always welcome, as are your votes. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Ten Dollars If a girl could get her picture taken by Adrianna Abrams, she's got it made. Ms. Abra...
The usual Author's Notes as before: (1) This is fiction; (2) One should never start a book at chapter 8; (3) Jason is not being exploited by anyone except himself; (4) Slavery is illegal. That does not mean it is not real. But this is just a story; (5) Do NOT EVER leave anyone in bondage as severe as that depicted herein without supervision; (6) This s...