Part I I had just signed the Chastity Contract making me my wife's slave for the next five days. (For the curious, a copy is below). I handed it to my wife and she ordered me to strip and sit on my stool before her. After taking her time reading the Chastity Contract, she put it down and said: "Go and lay out the bondage gear and prepare my closet for you –...
(I love getting feedback, either messages or comments. Any ideas are very welcome!) Thursday, August 22, 2019 Hello, I'm keeping this journal because I feel like something's up. My name is Kandi, I have a younger son named Jacob, who's been acting funny lately. I've noticed that he keeps staring at me, I can't tell but I think he's been erect most times I've...
It's time for the 750 Word Project 2020! Click here for more about this author challenge. This year's event is the biggest Author Challenge to date, with over 160 stories by over 80 authors. If you enjoy short fiction, this is your day! Please read the stories below, vote and comment. If you don't enjoy short tales, no worries. This is a one day event,...
Hello and welcome to my readers. Thanks for your votes, PC's and e-mails on my previous stories. This is the latest in a series of stories about the Temporal Management Agency and Agent 99. The TMA concept was begun by slyc_willie on an Authors Hangout thread. Previous Agent 99 stories are there along with explanations of various terms used in these stories....
Since giving himself away in his first prostate exam to his Dominant Doctor Megan he had been prepared for use by an old Master, now Sissy was on her way to be used. Sissy was breathless as she read the text from Master V, she looked around the small airport to make sure she didn't know anyone, whilst she was looking at her texts. Thank goodness she didn't....
Okay like right off I want to make it clear it's Holly now and forever. Holt's fucking dead and I'm killing anything that's left. And that's a damned good thing. See Holt was an asshole, I...he...that person I was...I was raised by an asshole. My dad and he wasn't a nice guy. He was a jock, he was a mean jock raised by worse my grand dad. Holt was part...
La ville de Fort-Sépia était un endroit sans histoire. Les jours et les nuits qui s'y écoulaient se déroulaient généralement sans imprévus, et le soir ou commence cette histoire ne semblait pas faire exception à la règle. Au milieu des maisons plongées dans l'obscurité, une seule se démarquait. Ses fenêtres allumées et les silhouettes qui bougeaient, sans pa...
"Just as it should be, now walk to quickly to the Langham hotel. Make sure you keep the bag out in full view, for all to see, it cannot go in your back pack. I want anyone who sees you to know what a slut you are.." "Go straight to the bar and order a triple G&T and 3 shots of good tequila. If the bar man asks you what you're doing you will tell him that yo...
Most people like to have a mind's eye picture of what the narrator of a first person story looks like, and since this is a true autobiographical story about my personal quest for gender identification, sexual orientation and self-realization, it's probably important to the narrative, too. Physically, then and now, I'm almost six feet tall, broad shoulders, n...
I will start off by saying that I am a 42-year-old married, successful businessman that travels four to five times a year each trip typically last three or four days. And did I say I am a closet cross dresser? I've never ventured out in public- and I don't maintain a dressing stash or keep any clothes at the house. If caught I would most likely lose everythi...