Every Friday evening I visit Veronica, our local lady of the night, for some mild bondage and discipline. At six o’clock I knock on her door. She opens it herself, which she doesn’t do for most of her customers. As soon as it is closed behind me I am her slave for the next half-hour. When I leave I am ready to face the wife and kids for an interminable weeke...
This story is based upon real events in 1975. Jean pounded on the steering wheel of her old Rambler sedan, "Shit, shit, shit!" Her heart was pounding after skidding into a water-filled ditch. She tried hitting the gas, but the tires just spun. Torrential rain beat on the car and obscured her view of the desolate country road. A large tree branch slammed in...
The chronological order of my stories is as follows: Todd & Melina series, Interludes 1-5, Sperm Wars series, Russian Roulette series, Case of the Murdered Lovers series, Case of the Murdered Chessplayer series, The Swap series, Interludes 6-10, The Murdered Football Player Series, Case of the Black Widow series, Teresa's Christmas Story, The Case of the Bl...
She drove fast. I stared out the window, barely able to see the landscape as it flashed by. I recognized none of it, but it didn't matter. My mind was stuck on Mom. I had just met her and now she was gone. I didn't know why it hit me so hard, she had abandoned me but part of me wondered if maybe she had every intention of meeting me at the bar that night to...
Javier laid his head briefly on the steering wheel before getting out and walking to the farmhouse door. It turned out that missing a couple days of class and homework was no joke. Esther seemed to be catching up fine, but two days after their escape from Oregon he felt like he'd barely spent time with her. That first night, of course they'd been too exhaust...
This story is part of an ongoing series. 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...
This is a fictional story; any resemblance is just coincidental and uncanny. I highly recommend reading previous chapters first, to understand the characters and plot better. Fair warning: this is a BDSM story involving Female domination, spanking, humiliation, and other fetishes. If this does not interest you, then please find something suitable to your i...
Everyone had left by the following morning. Everyone, except for Gwyn. Maze had to leave her with me until my own slave was returned. I watched Samantha drive off with Maze around six that morning, and the house felt empty. Okay, five days, not even a week. I could handle that. I already missed her and it'd only been five hours. I hadn't liked the way Maze p...
As we walked into the Bahia Rodizzio, the restaurant was packed. I pushed my way through the crowd to the Maitre d's podium and gave him Dean's name. He was dressed in a tuxedo and was very regal looking as he towered over everyone else but me. He didn't even check his list. He just smiled and asked if my party was present. I nodded and turned to motion them...
This story is part of an ongoing series. 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...