In Chapter 2, Ms Storm spanked Stevie and begins to show Stevie where he stands, or kneels, in their relationship. Stevie has met Ms Storm's maid, April, and April has been told to take Stevie to the guest bedroom and prepare him. Prepare him for what? * April leads me into a big bedroom, nothing out of the ordinary. There is a large oak bed in the room w...
She passed Fifth Street and checked her watch, right on schedule and thankfully the crossing light was on her side this morning so she eased across the intersection without having to stop. Music from her IPod spurred her on as she rounded the corner on Jackson Avenue, in the home stretch now. The warm early May morning sun at her back, she could see the entr...
The doors jerked open, Vivian stepped out of her hotel bedroom again dressed in vintage perfection; an off the shoulder black lace figure fitted dress with a wide red patent leather belt and a pair of black patent leather ankle strapped Mary Jane's. She took a moment to transfer the stuff from the clutch into the dress matched lace purse with a silver chai...
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...
Dust stuck to Alana's sweat soaked skin making her feel grimy. She was curled up on Kalen's lap, her blotchy face seeking out the coolness of his armour. The men who were seated on the uncovered wagon with them had reacted to her presence in one of three ways: several of the men had ignored her completely, refusing to even look at Alana, or her master; a few...
Her eyes widened as I spoke and her breath quickened, even as she shook her head slightly. "No," she said quietly. "I don't believe you mean that. You would have me pierced? You want me pierced, and you want me to follow your every order? I can't believe it..." But she didn't move. And she didn't protest when I stood up, my cock at half mast in front of her...
Margaret had no qualms about staking her place under the mistletoe at the far end of the hall. She sipped her cherry martini demurely, a lovely splotch of red in her holiday gown against the white garlands and baubles dotting the wall. As the band wailed away in the corner and the men all sipped their colorless, masculine highballs, she scanned the clutches...
"Can you escape?" she asked. "I don't want to escape, Mistress." "That isn't what I asked." Her eyes ran over every part of him, all at her fingertips to use however she pleased. "Can you escape?" He pulled against the ropes holding him spread eagle in the center of the bed, his elbows and knees bending until they hit the resistance. Her blood ripped thro...
As with all my stories, they are works of fiction. Any similarities to actual person or persons, or events is purely coincidental. Constructive feedback is always welcome. ------------------------------------------------------------------ It was a beautiful October Texas evening as the warm air blew through the open patio door into the hotel room five stor...
Commonwealth Navy patrols were an occupational hazard of Cas' job. They were, in the grand scheme of things, one of the less dangerous of those hazards. Unlike some of the less savoury customers that Cas dealt with, the low-ranking blue caps assigned to inspect cargo and intergalactic transport papers were not especially dangerous. They tended to avoid goi...