New readers – and previous readers who might have read the last chapter quite some time ago – know that it is advisable to start at the beginning of the series in order to know about/remember the characters and the sequence of events. The next day, after a surprisingly sound night of sleep, I took a shower, washing my diminutive penis through its open-d...
I wait patiently for the specialist I've been referred to, the one everyone is saying can cure me. I am laying on a lofted bed -- the sort found in doctor's offices everywhere -- and my long legs nearly reach the end of it. I am completely naked; I have been instructed by the specialist's secretary to strip completely down for the examination. It isn't the f...
Cats! He hated cats. His cousins had cats, dozens of them. They claimed that it was to keep the rats out of the grain silo, but he was sure it was because they were just too lazy to get them fixed. Whatever the reason, from the moment his mom used to drop him off on the farm in June, to the day the taillights passed the edge of the dirt driveway in September...
The day showed no signs of being a disaster when I woke up. The alarm went off at five and my wife Diane reached for me and pulled me back down as I started to get out of bed. She kissed me, slipped me a little tongue and her hand reached for my cock. Twenty-five years and the woman could still turn me into a quivering wreck. She pulled me on top of her and...
My Dear Thomas, I received the letter expressing your curiosity as to my new "lifestyle". People may offer such kindness' that are truly cruel, so why not a cruelty that is perhaps kind? Some sweet pain that is longed for, wanted, craved for. If it was asked of you, knowing that is it desired, would you, could you, deliver? Could you fathom that what you m...
She spent her days as any lady should - an early morning ride on her chestnut mare, then a turn around the garden before lunch was served. Afternoons were reserved for sewing her samplers (the light was better in her room then), and evenings were spent in the Great Hall with the rest of the household. Sometimes, there were visitors, even entertainments - she...
I am one of several slaves my Mistress Marisa keeps in her household. I am completely owned as are the other slaves that serve her. These episodes are written with her permission. It is my, our story... ****************************** "You know, I only ask one thing of you. It can't be that hard to get it right." You are standing next to me. Dressed in ti...
Lord Anthony Millhaven of Beechwood leaned indolently against mantelpiece in his study checking the London Times for news of his various investments. Not only was he tall, with dark Byronesque good looks, but was also a very shrewd investor. He had bought into railways and steam ships when they were new and had improved his land holdings around Mayfair and P...
Nadia Abdirashid, born in the City of Detroit, Michigan, to a Somali Muslim immigrant father and a white American mother, certainly seemed destined for greatness from the get go. Her family history was certainly unique, to say the least. Nadia's father Ali Abdirashid moved to Michigan from the City of Mogadishu, Somalia, as a young man, studied Criminal Just...
Adult Women Discipline Series - Spanked (This is a fantasy written by myself for fun. It contains spanking, humiliation and fetish; if this bothers you please seek other authors. All characters are 25 years old or older. If I have time this will become a series.)======= In our household two grown women are disciplined, if they disobey my rules. My wife, wh...