My name is Anthony Taylor, Anthony to my friends, never Tony. On my visiting card I call myself Anton Schneider. A straightforward translation, harmless enough. However, the letters appended to my name, Dip. VIST, are, I admit, a fiction. I believe there is no academic qualification for sex therapists and therefore no Vienna Institute of Sex Therapists to aw...
Just a little disclaimer, if your under the age of 18 or you don't like bondage well...I suggest you find another story to read. Thanks! It is 7pm when I finally get home, my feet ache in my knee high 4" boots and I need to relax. I plop down into my black leather chair, and sigh, the feeling of just sitting is beginning to calm my nerves. My red silk blous...
Jenna stood in front of the airport terminal, her bags stacked beside her, and frowned as she looked up the street. There was no sign of Hal's limo. He had promised to send it for her. Had there been some kind of mix-up? Even frowning, Jenna was a spectacularly beautiful woman. She was dressed to the nines since the limo was supposed to take her to Hal's of...
Let us take a bit of a time warp back into Chapter 3 and see just what went on after Amber left Britney alone in her dressing room. ******************** As Amber shut the door to the dressing room, Britney collapsed onto the sofa that she had specially requested. She had promised Amber that she would behave until they were checked into their hotel that ev...
You may have noticed that Because of Calan was removed. Well I'm having trouble continuing the story without becoming too typical, but I'm working on it to bring it back. As a replacement I decided to give ya'll a new paranormal story and I hope you like it!!! N.A.O. "My son!" The king yelled in anguish as he reached out his arms as if they could reach hi...
You'd better be over eighteen if you are about to read this – all of the characters in the store are. It follows on from part1, of course, and part 3 will be along later. I slept between my lovely satin sheets on my second night at the Gordons' Mansion, my back still sore from my whipping, my anus stretched and aching with the unfamiliar intrusion of the bu...
The bells ring and the crowd cheers. The bells ring and Mistress is disappointed. A fine, silk blindfold covered my eyes. A ruffle of big skirts under big dresses, the click of heels on the marble floor and the whipping of capes against men's backs are all I hear. The smell of sex, sweat and champagne fills my nostrils. The bells mustn't move. I mustn't m...
This is my first story ever, i don't know much about story writing, forgive me. ------------------------------------------------- Neil started his day like he normally would, toilet, breakfast, school. Neil is now 18, his parents died in a car crash 3 months ago. His father, Ryan Goldsteen, was an investment banker and had invested very wisely, allowing Ne...
Father Gunther smiled and turned the vibrator off, setting it on the table. "Let us get you ready then," he said. "And get you out of those clothes." He came over to Eden, taking the back of her chair and pulled her rearward. When she looked to either side she noticed something. Gunther or his agents had been busy. There were two thick poles now anchored...
Nat Cameron is a pseudonym. In 2014, Nat published a short novel called Lost and Found. The book begins to explore the fantasies of one of the main characters. These stories take those fantasies and run with them...enjoy! ***** gigi awakes to the sound of the lock scraping against the metal of her cage. As she opens her eyes and looks up, she sees Mistress...