It was another night, another meaningless party. So many people were already drunk and making fools of themselves out on the dance floor. The music was blasting loud. Anita stood by the french doors holding a drink and watching the people dancing. Her best friend had forced her to this party in New York. Anita had just broken up with her boyfriend Nick and...
A few weeks had passed since my wife's first encounter with another man. Since she had only made a passing reference to that occasion, I was beginning to think she had changed her mind about fucking other men. I soon discovered just how wrong I was! I suspected something was brewing when I came home from work on Friday and she told me her Mother had taken t...
They say opposites attract. That could not be truer of my wife and I. Dana and I met in college during my senior year and her junior year. I was a computer graphics major she was a fine arts major. I have always been interested in computers; she has been a dancer since age six. Dana at one time had aspirations to dance ballet professionally. When she was i...
Part 16: Crystal becomes a house slave Crystal's sixth morning as a training slave found Devon at his desk as the phone rang. Answering it, he found Dominique on the line. "Good morning Dominique." "Devon, two things this morning. Are you planning on heading to town soon? The people would like to see the grand trainer himself." "I do plan on doing that, t...
Part 4: Meet the Pain. When she woke up in the morning, he was no longer beside her. She just stayed in bed and mused about how she had asked him to bastinado her feet last night. She remembered him saying how much he would love to see her feet squirm and twist under the rod and wondered how it would feel when he had absolute control over her feet. She was...
Chapter 11: F-A-N-T-A-5-I-A Ilena Petronov had been looking forward to a night with Alexander Mishin. Like old times, back when she'd first come to work for the man as a live in mistress. She knew men like Alexander were incapable of settling down with just one woman, but that didn't stop her from dreaming. She'd grown increasingly worried for the man, des...
François Renard was a stagehand and handyman at the theater of the Ballet De Paris. He was a huge man, almost seven feet tall with wide shoulders and hands large and strong enough to crush a coconut, but he was very gentle giant. Most of those who saw him thought he was slow witted because he seldom spoke. Also he had a foolish smile which came out any time...
Chapter 27—Media Circus II Interlude: 25th Anniversary Cindy: I said earlier, Aunt Jo used to be punk/goth/grunge, or whatever you call it. Considering what she wears now, it is a bit hard to believe, but I've seen pictures and handled the Army boots. The gown she wore to the wedding ball seems to draw the line between before and after. Mom wanted Aunt Jo...
Part One - The Ensemble “Are the socks ready?” “Oui Monsieur.” “Put them on the tray in the Hall.” I watched the maid leave the room. By heaven even I was turned on, that tiny skirt and those fishnet tights tottering into the Hall on stiletto heels. Two days getting ready, two days! Still, it’s what he wanted. No one could ‘dress’ the French Maid like Pa...
************************************************* Copyright Oggbashan July 2014 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. ****************...