Cindy fumbled with the lock and finally opened the door. She walked in, throwing her purse and coat on the sofa in the living room. She shook her head to clear it and smoothed her long red hair out of her eyes. She slapped the switch on the wall and the lights glared on. Cindy squinted her green eyes, then walked over to the couch herself, dropping onto it....
A destination wedding turned out to be a great idea, it certainly kept the riffraff away. Only Maribell's parents, her closest friends and Feldman's best man, Terrence, were in attendance. Feldman's parents had both passed away when he was very young, leaving him to be raised by his grandmother, Mildred. As far as Maribell was concerned she did a fantastic j...
The sharp, violent sound of the whip against her pussy echoed through the room, immediately followed by her muffled screams and heavy panting. She writhed in pain for a few moments before quiet was restored in the dim concrete basement. The only other noticeable noise was the quiet chime of the chains holding her hands up toward the ceiling. She knew there w...
You step into the room, dimly lit, and pause for a moment to let your eyes adjust to the low light as you take in the scene. We are in a room that is empty for the most part, with very little furniture or decoration. The floor is dominated by a low wide padded bench, and you feel a deep clench inside you when your eyes fall upon it. You know why you are here...
Diane turned off the ignition and waited for the garage door to finish closing behind her. Gathering her things Diane exited the car and opened the door into the kitchen of the house. She set her purse, coat, and keys down on the kitchen table and opened the liquor cabinet. Selecting a bottle Diane retrieved a glass from another cabinet and filled it with ic...
Wednesday, July 21st, 2010 Dear Diary, Well diary, I found myself dreaming of the voice again last night. I can't seem to shake these scenes playing out nightly in my head. Long ago, when the dreams began, they were so different. Back then there was no physical presence I could associate with the voice. These were all short vignettes, a touch, a feeling, b...
She walked into the room, to find him sitting in front of his computer, in his spinning office chair... At the sound of her footsteps, he turned, chair and all, to face her. He looks her up, then down, then raises his eyes again, slowly, so slowly, back to her face. She stops in front of him, one hand on her hip, pure arrogance showing through, in her stanc...
"Odd." George always thought of the word "odd" when he saw Sheila, his wife's friend. If he was honest with himself, he was also uncomfortable whenever she was around. There was no reason he could pinpoint in his mind, he just felt strange when she visited. Hil, his wife, had been friends with the older woman for years, ever since Hil was a teenager. Also st...
I'm blindfolded and can hear you doing something in the other room - some rustling. Some shuffling around - is that a bag you've opened? I discreetly test my bonds. They're tight. My hands tied carefully to my knees - I could feel you slowly tying them. Meticulous as always. Checking to make sure they didn't hurt me or cut off circulation. Then tying rope ar...
It was a crisp November afternoon. My head was bent down against the wind, occasionally looking up to search for a building where I had never been. I stopped at the number I was given and looked at the list of buzzers outside the front door. No names on any of them, just rows of numbers and letters. I pressed the button next to 5B. A fifth floor walk up. I w...