AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is my first attempt at writing anything of any possible note for those that browse this site, it may eventually become part of a larger work if people think it is of an acceptable standard. Please enjoy. With a degree of anticipation the door whispers open at her touch, glad to be home after the long day but also eager to be, knowing w...
Yesterday Lady Valerie loaned me out to her friend. Terrified beyond belief, I drove to a large hotel, rode the elevator up to a large suite and ordered to undo my pants and prove I was wearing panties at the door. I was scared about being scene in the hall worse the humiliation was turning me on so much my clit got hard. Lady Valerie had taken my chastity o...
He sat unmoving at the edge of the forest, as he had on nights just like this one for as long as she could remember. The silvery moonlight illuminating his steely smooth coat, his eyes steady and aglow in amber flourescence as if he was studying her, desiring her in return. Slowly he would rise and patrol the crest of the ravine never truly diverting his ga...
Standing in the barn, I noticed as the boss's daughter walked in, that air of arrogance about her, like she owned the place; and she almost did. For the past few days she had really tried my patience, picking up on every little thing I did, seeming to take a deliberate and an almost perverse delight in criticising and correcting me in everything action I too...
The bar had been heaving that night, but that was typical for a Saturday night in a city center. Thankfully, the boss, Darren was conveniently oblivious to our drinking behind the bar, and with me being the only girl working behind the bar that night I got more than a few drinks from the regulars. By closing time I was more than a little tipsy and when the...
"Alright, I need a couple volunteers here..." The professor swept the lecture hall and began to walk up the steps towards my row. Why did I pick today to sit near the aisle? Why did I choose then to meet my professor's searching gaze? He walked up to me and held the microphone to my face. "Would you be a brave soul and volunteer for us, please?" he ask...
Chapter 2 -- The Handling of Elizabeth It was business, but this part of it was quite pleasant business. I take the ends of the length of rope. I hold them together, and straighten out the rope, until it has a loop in the middle. I pull the loose ends through the loop, forming a kind of slipknot. The slipknot goes around both of her ankles. I pull the kno...
The way she sits on the edge of the bed, examining one maroon-lacquered fingernail, she has no idea what my intentions are. Today she’s wearing a white dress of some silky material that sets off the summer tan on her arms, highlighting the deep auburn of her hair, and a scarf around her neck that surely must be silk; I wouldn’t expect any less of her. I love...
The first thing I became aware of when I awoke was a bright light dazzling my eyes then a gloved hand clamping firmly over my mouth. Then I heard a voice, deep but definitely female whisper in my ear, 'Make one sound and you're dead, Mister!' As the flash-light was turned away from my eyes I began to focus on the intruder in my bedroom, although her nose a...
The slave walked barefoot down the quiet, shadowy corridor in the evening cool, on his way to call – and service - on a guest of the house. He was sent frequently on such errands, for not only was he finely featured, with soft curls, girlish skin, and large grey eyes, but he was skilled in his work; which was to provide maximum pleasure and satisfaction, thr...