Authors Note: This is a chapter in this series primarily based in BDSM practises. If that is not to your tastes please stop reading and find one of the other wonderful stories on this site more suited to your kink. Thank you once again to everyone who leaves comments and feedback on my writing, it is much appreciated. Thank you very much to Aisielynn who gra...
It had been late morning when Nilsa had come to fetch the girl, she was dreary, still somewhat asleep, and completely ignoring of Nilsa's pleas to rise. Finally, rubbing her eyes and batting them several times, the room took shape, and Nilsa's words made sense to the young girl. "Wake sleepy head, you are being requested by Master Drake. Come on girl, get t...
Vol of Thentis declines to have the girl branded with the popular khef symbol; she is a little wild flower, a tiny unexpected thing of beauty growing in the empty desolation of rocks and rubble on a barren hillside, such as might lift a solitary man's heart as the blossoms in the midst of desolation have often done, sometimes bringing tears to his eyes, and...
The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes...
Author's note: This is a short short story, with no sex. It is a character in one of my novels. If anyone is interested in a writing challenge, try writing this girl's diary. Feel free to contact me. * Have you ever dreamed of being snatched out of your life into something much grander? That happened to me. One day I was a waitress at a greasy spoon diner...
Master Arik drove a little ways, slowed at a trail, and parked the car off the road. I watched him suspiciously from the corners of my eyes. "Severen, I want to kiss you, touch you, I was going to ease into this, but I must at least taste you." I thought this was nice of him to let me know as he could have just done it. Then again I could always jump out o...
Friday. A mild fall evening in Texas. There it was again-the funny feeling. I'd had it off and on since I woke up this morning, and I was experiencing it again now, now when I was about to load the grill with more of what seemed a ton of food for my friends. It was not an unpleasant feeling, but an anticipatory one. I kept glancing at the redwood fence's gat...
Pulling my outfit together for the night, I'm really not sure why I bother. It's one of those catch-22 scenarios. I'm not hard-core role-playing, but I can't stand the taste of vanilla either. And - although I'm sure I'll be happy about it in a decade or so - looking younger than my years only serves as a deterrent for the salt-and-pepper haired gentlemen th...
The chronological order of my stories is as follows: Todd & Melina series, Interludes 1-5, Sperm Wars series, Russian Roulette series, Case of the Murdered Lovers series, Case of the Murdered Chessplayer series, The Swap series, Interludes 6-10, The Murdered Football Player Series, Case of the Black Widow series, Teresa's Christmas Story, The Case of the Bl...
The girl known as Alena was shoved to the block in Turia. It wasn't as grand as some that she had been presented upon but nonetheless it was, indeed, a slave block. Her natural instinct, the earth girl inside, the one that still answers to Louise, is to run and get away from the unknown and the fear of what lies beyond. But the slave girl that she has been t...