I am Sean and Kasey is my slave, but not long ago the tables were turned. I lost a bet with Kasey and I had to submit to her wishes for 24 hours. I received my simple instructions via e-mail. I was ordered to shower well, dress in a blue working singlet and shorts, perform 2 hours of manual labour and then knock on my own dungeon door and wait to be let in....
Laura walked briskly through the mall, her brown oxford pumps pounding the tile, frowning. She had just wasted the better part of the morning in an unsuccessful search for a new dress. Normally, shopping offered a pleasant departure from the pressures of work and "grad" school, but this time, that wasn't the case. Her cousin's wedding was Saturday and she ne...
Chapter Seventeen: The takedown. Hawk's point of view Jordan had just gone down when I heard a shot behind me and a slug exploded into the ground beside my head. I rolled madly to my left as more shots rang out. Arthur didn't seem smart enough to have fooled us, so the bad guys must have tailed him. Too bad they weren't as stupid as Arthur. When the firin...
Oh those Day Games Part 3 Karen's perspective. "Great" she responded as she ended her phone conversation. LP had told her of his plans to attend the baseball game. That means he will drink beers and eat hotdogs with Scott and I won't have to cook dinner tonight. A day of leisure, I'm thinking shopping and sunning. Oh, and it's the day the pool boy comes to...
Note -This is purely fictional and does not reflect on any person, living or not, and their private life. ***** Kaley Cuoco was on a much deserved break from shooting her hit tv show Big Bang and had taken a United Airline flight to Las Vegas. The 75 minute flight had seen her down a few Long Island Iced Tea drinks and was quite merry when the plane landed...
It's lights out. I'm exhausted. Though I would be able to fall asleep the second my head landed on the soft feather, cool pillow I long for a shower. Quietly I gather my things and slip into the ladies latrine. The space is wide open. I feel free. Free of time schedules, my senses relax from constant state of awareness I need to bare to get my job done. My b...
Author's Note: A lot of people are going to read this story and say that it's a sick story and that I'm a sick fuck. They're right of course – it is a sick story and I am a sick fuck. Furthermore, the premise of the story seems entirely insane. But so what? It's a work of fiction! People are insane! Get over it! Just so you know, I would never treat a woman...
It had been a moment of weakness, but one that pursued him like a plague. He stared into the shard of mirrored glass he kept in his tattered sleeve. Unable to move about freely, to access his encrypted savings account, he'd lost a good deal of weight, most of it in his cheeks. The face that stared back at him was almost unrecognizable. Certainly, it had some...
So this is what dying of mortification felt like. Actually, if I COULD die right now, I'd happily welcome that option. I'm certainly never going to live this down. I'm standing in the change room at a boutique costume shop a few blocks down from the office. In front of me is my coworker, Damien. As always, he's dressed impeccably. And he looks perfect. And...
It was a hot, muggy day, the sun brutal in its assault, illuminating Lake Hiawatha in all its piercing glory. My hot pink tank top had already begun to cling desperately to my body and noon was still an hour away. My first day as a Camp Hiawatha Counselor-in-Training started off as expected. The morning brought staff introductions, followed by a breakdown...