The last time my daughter, Lee-Anne, got into real trouble with me was when she was fifteen. I received a phone call from a friend telling me that she and her best friend, Sophia, had been caught shoplifting. It was one of those cases where it was just for fun and a laugh until they got caught. I asked my friend if it was OK if I was allowed to handle it. I...
Jerry Masters is not and never has been a very good student. All through high school he had put off homework, failed many exams, and somehow managed to scrape by with the minimum passing grade. His senior year was turning out to be no different and was simply doing what he had to do in order to graduate with his class. Jerry spends most of his time riding a...
This is my personal homage to Georgette Heyer, the doyenne of romantic comedy writing. Of course, my take on the Regency period is very different from hers, but she has written very astutely and sympathetically about the equivocal position of secretaries, stewards, housekeepers and governesses in noble households, and I have unashamedly taken a leaf from her...
Easing back into her comfy leather office chair, Tara provocatively chewed on a pencil for the sole benefit of one of her thirty-something colleagues a few feet away. He pretended not to notice how she teased the pencil back and forth, swinging her stockinged right foot at the same time, her stiletto heel dangling from her beautifully manicured toes. The gro...
"Shut up, WOMAN," she repeated, for the umpteenth time - emphasizing the word 'woman' of course. And shaking her head. Of course. And smiling. Of course. Back in mischievous mode, she was fully in control once more. After all, the nearest item of clothing belonging to me was three doors down the road: in my own home - so unless and until I could get there s...
The leather cuffs are soft but implacable. They don't lock, but they don't have to either, because I can't reach the buckles no matter how much I stretch or twist my fingers. I'm hanging by my wrists in my boyfriend Robert's garage, midway between a bench press and a scattered set of free weights. With a huge effort, I could just barely touch the floor with...
Gentle Steps to Complete Domination Ch. 06 Sullenly, Roger cleaned the pool, arms wrapped in plastic to protect the plaster. Squinting in the sun, he tried to see if Carol or anyone else was watching him but couldn’t. He felt ridiculous cleaning the pool naked with just the chastity tube on his throbbing cock and he also felt a little afraid. Carol or Miss...
Gentle Steps to Complete Domination Ch. 02 The nurse looked into the wastepaper basket immediately she came in, looked knowingly at Roger who blushed. “You have a nice girlfriend,” she said sternly, “I hope you appreciate her, young man.” “I do, I do,” Roger stuttered. The nurse flipped the sheet back to tuck him in and Roger, mortified at the sudden exp...
How can I say this? Things have been a little "cold" between me and my girlfriend Lisa since last night—not exactly kosher. The conversations have been short and only initiated by me. In a lot of her spare time, she looks into her cell phone screen, texting or on her social media accounts. Neither has she been receptive to me wrapping my arms around her. I...
My relationship with Shelly Banks is a strange one. We were set up by mutual friends and we hit it off great. She was a heavy set woman with long curly hair. We had just come home from a date and we started getting comfortable. We embraced each other and started kissing. I felt nervous and frightened, as she started to strip off her clothes. In mere moments,...