© 2014, All rights reserved -- mimaster ~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Ann stood in the lobby, her head resting against Neil's shoulder, clutching his arm with both hands. A soft hum escaped her lips, the happy sound making his heart skip as they waited in line... again. It had been a whirlwind couple of days traveling to Michigan, filled with waiting, waiting, and more w...
Jane greeted the two men dressed in a silk bathrobe that went halfway down to her knees, and a glass of wine in her hand. "Nice place you got," said William. "The wages of sin. It's your big dicks that put the roof over my head. You guys wanna drink?" "Just a beer for me," James said. "I'm driving." "What, you never head of Uber?" Jane turned to William...
Note: This story is the forty-seventh installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous forty-six episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter. This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I str...
I drop to my knees and bow my head as I hear the key in the door. Master is home. I am attired in my daily wear of locking wrist cuffs and collar. Master's plug is in my ass and his favorite red ball gag is around my neck, waiting for use. My hands rest on my knees, which are spread apart as I kneel. Master likes me to be open and available to him whenever I...
Winter charged its way into our lives again, sucked away all the sun and blanketed our world in darkness. Except for when it snowed, all was gloom. That was around the same time I received a call from Deman. Sitting across from me at Iguana café, he started with his special English. "The police call'd me last week, man. They say they take me to jail if I...
Disclaimer: I don't own the Dukes of Hazzard, not making any money, just cheap thrills. Warnings: Angst, Violence, Slash, Incest, BDSM, Non-Con, Voyerism, First Time Italics and/or * indicates thoughts Rating: FRAO Author's Notes: This story is a response to two challenges. The first challenge is the Addiction Challenge, issued by Peja on the WWOMB. The...
Chapter 29 ...What have you got to say for yourself? Saturday, September 1st Villa of General Paolo Vincenzi, USMC (ret), Southern Italy Paolo... I was sitting in the shade of the villa's vine-covered patio, nervously drumming my fingers on the table. Keeping twenty-five year old Marisella with my family was continuing to cause problems. Even with my r...
Angel put his arm around Dawn as they watched Spike who sat at the bar, his back to them. He was getting lost in a bottle of tequila. After she defeated the demon, he had announced he wanted a drink and walked inside, unable or unwilling to listen to Dawn's explanations. "You told him, didn't you?" Angel said. "Yeah, didn't have a chance to explain, he jus...
Let me start off by saying, I don't know what this is or where this story is going. It's been hounding me for months, needling my brain with its insistence to be written down (despite the fact that I have so many other things to do). I've kept it on my laptop to marinate, but I suppose it's time to give the story wings. Please don't ask what's going to hap...
( A special thanks to my editor, without you luv, this would only be a passing fancy!) * I read back over the chapter I had written. "Not bad," I thought to myself. That didn't stop me from staring at the screen, wondering whether or not I should click the terrifying little button that would send my words out to god knows how many viewers, open for their...