My Gardener: A narrative from Ms. Gimply's collection I didn't think about it at the time, but it turned out that he was old enough to make what we did legal. It was legal, that is, except for the adultery part, but no one seems to bother about that these days. He was the younger brother of a college friend of my daughter, Mary. He was doing odd jobs for t...
There's fire in his gray eyes, a little spark of rebellion which has remained, in spite of everything. His submission isn't complete. There's always a hitch, a millisecond of hesitation between order and action. He's a brat. It seems he likes stoking the flames of her anger and impatience, to see how far he can push her. As he has done so tonight. "You...
Chapter Two: The Harlot-Slave Tah-ri bowed low as her master entered the tent. "Nightfall greets you well, Great General Jor-Gal-Hu-ri." A bold lie. General Jor looked tired, ragged, irritable. His heavy steel armor bore many new scratches and was nearly painted over in spatters of caked dust. But harlot-slaves did not speak ill of their master no matter...
After completing "The Diary of Jewel Delacroix" I was approached via E-mail by Rachael Ricci Swede and asked if I would consider writing a story idea she had. After a few emails I was intrigued by her idea and agreed to write it. Beginning with Chapter 5 our collaboration had move from me writing the story based on plot points and ideas into a full writing...
She was down on her back on my solid wooden table. Her hands tied in front of her, above her belly button. Her upper body held captive in a web of thin elastic rope. Her breasts, I think, still glowing from the whipping before she was placed on the table. Her eyes were covered with a blindfold held in place by a soft rope. Another rope was twisted around...
She immediately took her blouse off and threw it on the bed. She certainly was eager. She took out a hairpin and shook her long blonde hair loose, kicked off her shoes. I caught my breath. She was wearing a sheer black singlet underneath, no bra, with a solid black design across her cleavage that matched the one on her stockings. The girl did have good taste...
Master is home, in the study….reading the daily paper. i have been thinking about Him this day, while He has been out attending to business…. thinking of His voice, His touch, His cock…. Thinking of Master always makes my heat grow wet and swollen, and makes me distracted, struggling to complete my chores and do the things i know He will want from me, His pe...
I'm lying on the rug on the lounge room floor, reading my book. The thick, red pile is soft and supportive, like a folded up blanket – so comfortable. You walk in after your Breast Cancer function and stand at the top of the steps, smiling down at me. As usual, you take my breath away without even trying – for the moment that you're standing there, I take i...
I awoke and could not move. Not that I my arms and legs could not move but that I had neither arms nor legs. All my being, my flesh was immobile, hard and unforgiving despite my efforts. I could see, but things were black. I lay still, trying to hear my own heart, and the air of my lungs but not a sound; no sign of life with in me was evident. Yet even witho...
Well I've been busy, my writing has had a hard time keeping up with my play. After mutual tough days at work, Dennis and I decided to get together on Saturday night. He'd liked the outfit I'd had on when he came over on Thursday and requested something similar. I settled on red thigh high stockings, a red garter belt and a pink and red thong. I left my still...