"It was later that evening, Madame Bentley had come and gone and Passepartout was alone in Fogg's quarters. "Faith," muttered Passepartout, somewhat flurried, "I've seen people at Madame Tussaud's as lively as my new master!" Madame Tussaud's "people," let it be said, are of wax, and are much visited in London; speech is all that is wanting to make them h...
The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes...
The trip to Tristan's house took less than five minutes, and after pulling into the driveway and putting the car in park, they all got out and headed for the door. They had just reached the walkway when the front door swung open, and on seeing that Kimi, her mother and Tyler were approaching the porch steps, Tristan's parents looked quizzically at them. "He...
My Indian maid instructs me on masturbation, and sets up regular spankings -- Tarek Zia. It was 11 pm, and a hot Thursday night to boot. I closed the door to my room and lied down on my bed, and started to think about the last three very unusual weeks of my suddenly unusual life. In those last three weeks I had been punished several times by Rashida. That w...
The tradition of the silent retreat as laid out by St. Ignatius of Loyola goes back 500 years in Western Christianity. The enforced silence can provide an unique opportunity for free or directed reflection by making space for the Spirit to fill. I would imagine that the forward thinking Church of England would be amenable to borrowing from the Jesuit saint d...
Three PM at the coffee shop last week, I saw someone I had not seen for nine years. Monet was a woman I had hired years ago to work in the shop I ran at the time. I was not the owner, but managed a gift shop on Sutter Street at Stockton in San Francisco. She and I ran the shop nights and weekends, and she was always nice to be around. At the time, we were bo...
I wait for Nina to emerge from the room. She's been resting from her massage for quite a bit longer than usual. But of course the session was quite a bit longer than normal; and all the intense sensuality and intimate erotic touching and her orgasms might have overwhelmed her so that she needs more time to recover. I'm almost positive she enjoyed everything....
My older maid involves the younger maid in my punishments – Tarek Zia. It was 11 pm on a Thursday night, and everyone in our house was in bed, fast asleep. Well, almost everyone. I was in the servants' quarters, in my maid Rashida's room. She was sitting on the bed, and I was lying naked across her knees on her lap, while she, my maid servant, was spanking...
Edwin was definitely not the sort of guy I fell for. Not even close. I fell for wild boys who partied hard. Boys in black leather jackets with lots of tattoos and rings in their noses. The bad boys, the loud boys, the boys who knew where to find the best parties on Friday and Saturday nights. I knew they were trashy and rude, but I liked it. I couldn't help...
Sorry everyone, I started my internship and I have even less time than before to write. I've had this chapter almost completed for a month now and I've finally found the opportunity to finish it. Enjoy. Cassandra ******* I counted down the hours to David's departure. It was hell knowing that I might never see him again yet I couldn't see him off properly....