Chapter 3 ended with these paragraphs: "Umm, well… my dress is still on the back seat. Should I get dressed before we get to the house?" The wicked laugh that erupted from his lips was answer enough, but he said, "No, Little One. You have no need of clothing until you're ready to leave Sunday evening." She sighed, "I thought that was what you would say....
Coach is the Newest Tenant The Housewarming Party was winding down. I gathered plates and cups and went around the room telling anyone trying to get up that they were strictly to stay where they were. I did clearing as Maggie did ice cream and I prepared a tray of toppings. No one turned down their sundae, although some wanted to know if I came along with d...
There is a rattling sound and for a moment, I don't know where I am. "Wake up, slave!" Then it comes back to me. I slept the night in my cage. Usually I would wake up in bed next to my master but I was bad yesterday. He put me in here as part of my punishment and told me to think about what I had done wrong. It's cold and uncomfortable and I don't like bei...
Chapter two. Some history. Despite the debauchery of last night, I was awake early, crackling with energy, as is normal for me after a good sex session. Far from being tired, I am energised by sex. I was at my desk early, only to find that I could not access the computer files for the project I had been working on. When I tried to find out why, I was told...
WARNING: Don't try this at home. Prolonged immobilization can lead to all sorts of nasty health problems, including deep vein thrombosis ("economy class syndrome") which often causes permanent injury or even death. ------- I am a "famous" artist. Not Hollywood-level famous, but famous by my own standards: I am occasionally recognized on the street. My s...
Sorry for the delay from the last story, enjoy. Comments are always welcome. KhaoticMethod *********************************** October 20, 2013 (Sunday) The next day they wake early, both full of energy. Samantha goes into the bathroom and looks at herself and notices that the bruising that was once there is gone. She checks her shoulder where Rashad bit...
OK, truth be told, some of this story is based on reality. There isn't even an attempt to hide the characters. After all, it has been a while and a lot of water has gone under the bridge. One other warning, this is not a quick "tell all" story that leads to sex. If that is what you are after, this is likely to be a rather disappointing story. You probably...
Rob's mother leaned out of the kitchen, a plate of cheese and crackers in one hand, and waved to grab his attention. "Since you're of legal age now, can you bring up another two or three bottles of wine?" Rob smiled ruefully. "Mom, I've been old enough to carry them for a while." She smiled. "Yes, well. We still need more." Rob rolled his eyes and descend...
Mark had to spend the better part of an hour talking Louise down from the experience of being ogled and then approached by the church men at Denny's. Perhaps she had a touch of Stockholm Syndrome, but she mostly seemed to look at Mark as her deliverer, as the one who got her out of that place, conveniently forgetting (or pushing out of her consciousness) the...
Authors Note: My apologies for the long hiatus. I recently changed job titles, which put a more physical work load on me that tended to cut into my writing times as it also changed my daily schedule. In other news your Uncle Bono is hopefully going to be getting a new job as an emergency dispatcher, which means I get to tell cops and paramedics where to go a...