"Hello Tristan," a voice said as he was slowly and painfully making his way back to consciousness. "Mmph," He responded, the inside of his mouth tasting as though he'd fallen asleep under a chicken coop. Laughter pealed from the Lady's lips as she handed the disorganized wolf a silver chalice filled to the brim with ice-cold water. "Here... drink this. I...
"Will you shut up about it already!" Beez looked around with a forkful of eggs stuck inches from his mouth. He hadn't said a word. "What?" "It's not even really a hallucinogen." She started swinging her fork around for emphasis. He'd never been so scared of a utensil. "It's just a little something that tells your brain to ignore some of what you see and...
The Passion for the Game -- the second tournament Prolog: I've had this story sitting on the self for some time while life got in the way. If you haven't already I strongly recommend you read the prior "Passion for the Game" stories first so this make more sense. If you're too impatient for that let me give you a little context. Carrie is a new comer on t...
(For the story to this time, please read Leni's Ordeal: Berlin 1945) ***** The small farm bordered the river not far from Havelsee. Helmut kept his barge tied to a small wharf there, living off the trade in potatoes and cabbage between the Havel and starvation stricken, Russian occupied Berlin, 100 kilometers to the east. World War 2 had ended only a few d...
Author's note: As absurd as the concept of a hucow is, I tried to take it quite seriously, to delve in the psychology of a hucow and her owner, in search of what this admittedly strange fetish means, at least to me. Therefore, beside the tropes of the genre (kinky sex, humiliation and de-humanization), you will find the musings of a young girl who chooses t...
The first rule of M Club is: You don't talk about M Club. The second rule of M Club is: You don't talk about M Club. Third rule of M Club: No touching anyone but yourself. Fourth rule: No recording devices. Fifth rule: No clothing below the waist. Sixth rule: If this is your first time at M Club, you must masturbate. * * * "So, what's the story between yo...
Tom's head was in the clouds. He wasn't quite sure where he was or why he was there. His muddled brain wouldn't allow him to focus on such trivial concerns. Soft, powdery earth cushioned his back, sweat cooled on his skin and Tom felt none of it. His thoughts floated listlessly, focusing on nothing and everything at once. His eyes however, were opened wide,...
"OK, say bye to Daddy, you two," I heard Sandy instruct the kids. Cherubic faces crowded my computer screen as Charlie and Rachel gave air kisses and told me they were looking forward to seeing me when I got home. I traveled enough that Skype visits weren't unusual for them. "It's almost time to go to Grandma and Grandpa's house, so go grab the bags I've pac...
Over the next few weeks, Cricket kept Mark up to date with what was happening at the ranch and that she was keeping everyone at the ranch aware of his situation. No further spies or abnormal activity had happened at the ranch, so the men in black seemed to be keeping their word. They kept him in his cell and they fed him McDonalds food 3 times a day. They...
Mistress Notes: My intentions with amber were simple at first, but became more complex over time. Our roles seemed to continuously evolve with her becoming more and more submissive and femme and my becoming more Dominant. After a year I really couldn't see her as anything but amber, even when we went to her company's holiday party (which she wore a suit and...