Chapter 1: Tuesday Morning, 4AM - Rejection "This is Dorothy Bishop. My daughter, Alaina, caught a stomach bug and won't be attending today. I can be reached at my home number if there are any questions when you get in. Thanks, and have a good day." She clicked the cordless phone off and let it fall to the floor. The phone landed and bounced as her arm fol...
Day 1—The Plan I have been fat as long as I can remember. I have tried various diets with no lasting success. Being uncomfortable with my body was probably one of the many factors that drew me into being a submissive. Two years ago, I met the Domme of my dreams. My Mistress was about 5'10" but towered well over 6' tall in the heels she usually wore. Her hai...
SMOKEY SAGAS #14: "Hooked" *** May 31st, 8:22 p.m. The merry, merry month of May was less than four hours from over. Spring was past full bloom, summer a mere three weeks away. The given evening's sunset was nothing short of amazing, a purple, orange and blue eclipse of cloud and horizon. The thermostat had hit its day high of 79°F four hours ago, and wa...
Author's Note: This is NOT the kind of Part 5 that is designed to stand alone. You will be very lost without having read the first four parts. As with Parts 3 and 4, this part alternates between Devyn's and Vivian's point of view and narrative voice. All the first-person perspective is Devyn and all the third person is Vivian. As one reader suggested, I'l...
Introduction: After various sets of messages and comments, I have finally written the fourth part of this series. This is long and rich with eroticism, and would ask your patience. I hope to satisfy the arousing of the readers whom wanted this to happen. Thank you. A quick recap: Sushant's aunty is a dominant partner in her marriage with his submissive uncl...
Author's note (IMPORTANT): This is a story set in modern times and does not include any supernatural/fantastic element . Rather, technology available nowadays (basically what's in your phone) is used to create the illusion of a supernatural power, for the benefit of the main character. How exactly this is achieved will become clear as the plot unfolds. SU...
She sat next to the woman on the bar stool. Her long black skirt and long sleeved red top, cut close to her neck revealed nothing of her body. She wore black shoes with black stockings, but only her ankles could be seen. "So you think you are a slave." the blond woman said. "yes Ma'am," the girl replied, looking down. "What makes you think that?" "My des...
Martha's Second Chance "Ricky, yo Ricky!" the manager yelled over the kitchen noises, "your Stratharn order is up." "Thanks man," the kid with his hat on backward said, "what's a straight arm order?" The manager laughed, "Stratharn, it's a name. The lady gets the same thing for Thursday lunch every week. Been doing it for years. I'm busy so ask Mike how t...
Day 67 Jon woke up first on Thursday, which meant he could be the one to say "Happy Valentine's Day" first. "Aww, I wanted to say it first," Caitlyn said, leaning in for a kiss. "I could fall asleep again," Jon said. "No, we don't have time," Caitlyn said. They had gotten into the habit (when they weren't abstaining due to arguments) of waking up quite a...
Winston Bramblenook was your typical milquetoast. A seller of high quality, leather bound literary classics, his daily door to door grind rarely netted him any big sales. From month to month, his meager commission and almost as miniscule hourly wage were barely enough to pay his rent and the few small bills he accrued. His personal life was in even worse sha...