I slipped the business cards of the day out of my pocket and fingered through them searching for the first point of contact I was to meet that day. He was the Owner/Operator of the moving company I'd called for an estimate. I had just moved into a foreclosure just outside of Savannah and needed to get a significant amount of work done, and today was the day...
Our new beginning was going swimmingly; we still had traditional sex most of the time, although it was wilder and more passionate now, but we'd set aside every second weekend for me to dress and her to be more dominant. It was fantastic and we both felt more engaged with life in general we found. Well, it was that time and I got home from work on the Friday...
It was my day off work, so I pottered around doing odd jobs mainly in the house. Then Lily came home. "Take your belt off, pass it to me, then drop your trousers, and pants, and bend over." Wordlessly I did as she asked, wondering what I had done wrong. She gave me a half-a-dozen cracks on each butt cheek with my own leather belt. My arse was stinging. "Wh...
15 Brad Of course I did not do as she asked. Not immediately anyway. I gave a dinner party in her honor instead. Actually two. The first was held at my Manhattan apartment. I told Lynn that it would be formal, so she should dress accordingly, except of course that she was to be naked beneath her dress. I also told her that the guest list would include se...
An Exaltation of Muse Ch. 04 Thalia is mentor to the frustrated muses assigned to writers who don't publish stories but comment freely—and frequently harshly—on other writers' stories. She has dubbed this unlucky lot Muses to the Overt Commentariat (MOCs); they meet each Wednesday at their local, The Fleeting Muse. Three Wednesdays ago she mocked some of th...
I present to you the fantasy of mine that has been forming in my imagination for years. I hope you enjoy it! Edited by angel love (thank you). PS: note that English isn't my native language, so that's why the text isn't perfectly written. ***** I'm lucky enough to live in a world ruled by Men, as it should have always been. I know very well, that Men's r...
I was fully dressed in my suit, but all fours on the floor, staring at the ground, I could feel her heels on my back. She was sitting on the sofa, her legs stretched, using me as her footstool, commenting on the dates and flirts on Tinder, the messages she was writing, how the guys kept telling her they were well endowed and horny and enduring. Ever since th...
Part 1 — The Sting of The Lash Carla knocked and entered. She saw her friend Brandy sitting on the couch, dressed in her terrycloth bathrobe. "Hi," she said brightly, putting her magazine down. Brandy waved her to a seat. "Hi, yourself," she replied as she sat. "Am I interrupting something? It's two in the afternoon and you're still in your housecoat...
A further 3 weeks had passed with no contact. I then got a message on the Monday afternoon telling me I was to go the next day at 9:15. Tuesday's are not her usual non-working day which caught me unaware. There were no further instructions or shopping list like previously. I arrived that day and went to the back door as usual. I knocked on the door and wai...
Starring: Lucy Pinder, Michelle Marsh, Malene Espensen, Sophie Howard Disclaimer: This story is purely fiction, it has never happened. Please keep this story to this site only, if you want to share elsewhere DM me and ask for permission. ********* It was several weeks after Malene had shown us the depths of her depravity, and Lucy had decided the time was...