Anthony was noticing a difference in Sophie this week, a difference that made his heart pound and his emotions soar, that made looser pants a necessity with how often Little Tony was standing at attention. She was as sassy as always, but there was a certain... air about her. As if she was happy in a way that she'd never been before. As if she felt content an...
I wake up rather grumpy in the mornings. This particular day seems to be worse. I lovingly roll over and look down at my slave laying on the floor looking so pitiful and helpless. He is wearing the rope waist harness I bound him in the night before. His wrists and ankles are bound in leather cuffs. His wrists are attached to his ankles by a long chain. The...
My name is Melanie, and I am a student at a large state university—a place that has quite a reputation as a party school. Actually, it would be more accurate to say that I am masquerading as a student to get some interesting perspectives on college life in the millennial age. I am really a writer/blogger working for an alternative newspaper. My editor approa...
Author's Note: Thanks to my friend Ly for her great editing of this chapter. *** A week and a half had passed and Lizzie prepared herself to summon her unusual faerie lover again. She drank a cup of mugwort tea to open her energetic channels then showered using rose scented soap and shampoo and put on her favourite perfume, Tuscan Rose. She dressed in he...
Swallowtail is a novel that traces the narrator's gradual acceptance of submission. Previously: Following an anonymous coupling in an art gallery's washroom and after having met several of Dex's subsequent challenges, the narrator is given carte blanche. *** "I realize that I've been placing a lot of demands on you." Dex and I are meeting for a coffee. I...
Divorce me, untie, or break that knot again; Take me to you, imprison me, for I Except you enthrall me, never shall be free, Nor ever chaste, except you ravish me. --John Donne Wizard's Quest "That is all I can do for you barbarian. The venom from the wyvern bite will slowly bring your death unless you do as I have told. You only have a few sunrises left...
This one (and Everything Under The Sun) have been sitting on my hard drive for two years. Don't ask me where this one came from. But you may be able to help me decide where it's going. Just remember one thing: if you don't know what "futa" is, back away slowly. If you DO like this stuff (you fucking pervert), I recommend "The Sex Star" by Pinata. * I don't...
On the bus, running a little late because I'm disorganised as ever, I send you a message to let you know -- hoping I've not earned a black mark already. Earlier in the day I received my instructions; to bring laddered stockings and my suspenders. This is one of the reasons I'm late. I got rid of all my laddered stockings a few weeks ago apart from one pair...
After nearly an hour of packing I was finally ready to go. I sat in my chair, relaxing for a moment as I watched her sleep. The heat from the coffee warming my hands and throat, as I slowly sipped it. I was up earlier than normal, as I had planned a day for us. During last night's required journal reading I had learned she still had an unfulfilled fantasy....
She was seated on the settee, wondering what she had said the day before yesterday to upset him. She hooked her feet up under her ass as she leaned back and closed her eyes. Recounting the conversation they had. He should have met her yesterday at lunch but he didn't show. She called his office, home and mobile several times but all she got was his voicemail...