Note to the reader: There isn't really any sex in this one. However, there are numerous attempts at humor and tongue-in-cheek looks at the world of BDSM. Also the author attempted to capture the thought and feelings of a submissive undertaking a very bold but fictional action. I trust you enjoy. Sunshine checked herself in the mirror one last time. Weari...
Chapter Fifteen Once back in the library I had barely had time to dress and tidy away William's clothing, when I heard the sound of voices approaching from the hallway. George opened the doors and led a small party of men into the room. They were dressed alike in dark jackets, trousers and shirts. All of them seemed to be in their late twenties or early thi...
********************* This part is really only for those interested in the entire series. There isn't much sex in it, but I thought it was better to include it than not. If you have read the first two and not realized this is a cuckold story, then you have been warned. I should take the time to thank my favourite and most dearly loved consultant for his inp...
Part 14 Pool I As we departed the room, I was utterly shocked that Master was in fact going to make us walk through the hotel as we were. He walked with his slut in front and I brought up the rear, but following closely in tow. I kept my head down but could feel the stares and after walking by a large group I heard the individuals bellowing at our predicame...
Sunny Skye popped the soda can tab and arched her back along the sofa bench in the common area of Lavender House on Moringa University. She silently recalled the recent insanity that led to her decision to attend the all-futanari school so quickly. She giggled to herself. "What's so funny?" Maddi asked. "Nothing." Sunny turned, still smiling. "Funny how...
"I don't know about this global warming business," Billie Sue mused, taking her tongue out of my mouth where I always want it after she has rimmed me so I can taste myself. "My daddy says it's just left wing b.s. and he's a righteous, Christian man, at least on Sunday mornings. On Sunday afternoons when Miss Samantha lets him in the back door of her house an...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: all characters are over 18 years of age. This story is dedicated to Zoroaster. Thank you for inspiring me again. *** The dining hall's white Provincial walls shone with golden accents. Crystal chandeliers hung at regular intervals over the mahogany table that seated 20. Every surface in the room glittered with the ambience of wealth. Sterl...
(coming soon...) There was no game playing allowed in Misty's bed. The Organizer's had many rules and they were strictly enforced. That was one of the first things Misty learned when she arrived at Grimsteel Hall, where the social networking experiment she was participating in was being held. If she wanted to play the game--and she very much did--just lik...
I wistfully looked at the painting as I walked by it and paused. The warm deep desert colors radiated from the canvas; the soft blues and golds washing over me like a mellow summer day. My ankle itched as I looked at the beautiful single silver belled ankle bracelet laid upon the golden hued silk cloth beside the blue rounded jar. I almost caught a scent of...
A dialogue Story Author's note: Master Robert and his submissive/slave/wife Anna give a dinner party for a few of their friends after which Anna tells them about the new rules she has to follow as part of an extended punishment for numerous transgressions she has committed against her Master. Their guests, dominants and their submissives, knew that somethin...