Chapter 4 Brats I was pissed. The last thing I expected was Sasha and Mary to get into a fight while I was away. A little background, I had been in Israel in a consulting capacity for a few weeks and had arrived back on a late night flight. They were several messages on my phone. The first was from Mary," Sasha and I had a fight, call me to discuss." Th...
Through low, crawling clouds of charcoal the train prowls and comes to a stop. A whistle shoots from the beast and pushes its passengers out the doors. Their wing-tip shoes tap like computer key strokes against the cold concrete. As each of them descends from the passenger car they meet my eyes and quickly look away. They each have the same motionless, ash-h...
I had been searching for an executive assistant for some time now and had interviewed a few really potential ladies and 'ladies' -- all very skilled and would be worthy of the position, but something was missing from them all until I interviewed Jessica. The first time I interviewed her was a general 'meet & greet' interview with about 15 other girls --...
Master chooses my attire daily. It is never a lot and always extremely erotic. My wardrobe consists of bustiers, corsets made with whalebone that lace tight cinching my waist and push-up bras in a rainbow of colors. In matching colors, Master dresses me below the waist even more scantly, just garter belts, hose or lacey-topped stay-ups. You see I have no pan...
Cam had never before realized that the layout in her apartment was so complicated. Racing around naked, bound, blindfolded and hobbled; she keeps bumping into walls and almost trips on the carpet twice. Sevda left almost half an hour ago and gave her a simple task. "Bring all your clothes out here." She indicated the black leather couch in the living roo...
For the umpteenth time this week, she was lying on her back on the floor, staring aimlessly at the hideous ceramic ceiling tiles that had gone out of style decades ago. I ought to do something, she thought to herself, but what is there to do for a basket case like me? She heard a faint click from the other room but didn't flinch at the familiar sound. "Hey,...
3: I am a Big Woman. Whether I am a big Beautiful woman or not is, I suppose, in the eye of the beholder. I love the feel of tight ropes and I tie myself up on a regular basis because I have not found a partner I can trust. I believe this trust issue stems from childhood when I played a game of cowboys and cowgirl with a couple of the neighborhood boys. The...
I feel so elegant and sophisticated. My red hair has just been styled. I'm wearing my sexy spiked heels with the rhinestones that bring me up to five foot four. My shoulder-less red velvet gown is hugging my trim body to just above my knees where it flares out so dramatically to my ankles. My diamond necklace, pendulum earrings and two diamond bracelets, one...
Copyright Oggbashan December 2012 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. ********************** My girlfriend Mary doesn't like readin...
As you step into the dark chapel, the first thing you notice is how cold the floor is. That's probably because you aren't wearing your shoes. You had been carrying them as you walked along the beach. It had been hot and your cute little sundress with the tiny stippled white flower pattern had stuck to your back, so when you saw the chapel looking all shady a...