Helena: The more you beat me, I will fawn on you; Use me but as your spaniel, spurn me, strike me, Neglect me, lose me; only give me leave, Unworthy as I am, to follow you. What worser place can I beg in your love,-- And yet a place of high respect with me,-- Than to be used as you use your dog? -- Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream, Act II, scene I...
1746 B.C.: Enkartep lounged on the bed, watching as the two priestesses pleasured each other. Rea and Akeneb groaned, legs intertwined in a carnal embrace, sopping mounds grinding against each other. Their tanned bodies glistened with sweat as they put on a show for their master. His cock stood erect and proud, like an imposing monolith, a bead of pre-cu...
I thank Respeito for awesome editing and advice. Also hwwannabe and fire_breeze for helpful suggestions on earlier drafts. This work is copywrite lakesailer_mi. Part 1 Kristin lay awake in the dark night, her sex tingling while her husband snored beside her. Their lovemaking earlier had been good. Not great, certainly not bad, and unfortunately, that was...
Introduction. So here we go, the final installment. As I told you all up front, this is my (concededly boring and long winded) take on the Rambo Revenge Scenario. If you're still with me through this final part, thanks for taking the time to read it all. If you're starting here, get your ass back to Part 1 so you know what's going on. Also, please remember...
I guess I had myself to blame. It all started when my wife, Amanda, and I were having dinner with Kristin, one of her coworkers in from out of town. She was talking about a conference she would be attending in New Orleans and Amanda suggested that she should stay over for the weekend and enjoy the city. Kristin balked at the idea, saying that she didn't re...
It was a warm afternoon for the end of October. The sun reflected dramatically in the leaves of our backyard maple tree, and the fiery red matched the cloaks of our centurion costumes. Though their armor was plastic, they looked reasonably realistic. With the tall wooden fence blocking out the rest of the neighborhood, my two housemates looked a lot like a s...
Kristin wiped her face clean. She may have been red-eyed and puffy-faced, but she no longer felt like she was burning up with shame and the gnawing was gone from the pit of her stomach. She was strong. She would be proud even through indignity. The girl assistant returned again, collecting her rag, and Kristin resumed her boxed arm position. "Relax, sluts....
If there was anything more shameful than eagerly licking the boot of the man whose job was to break her into a compliant sex slave, it was getting turned on by her own degradation. The little spot of anger in Kristin's mind burned brighter as lilly took her turn licking the trainer's boot. She had to fight back somehow, because at this rate there was no humi...
My name is Christy and I'm 19 years old. My aunt Helena passed away at the age of 67, a year ago, and as a result of her endless love, I inherited all her possessions. Imagine my surprise when the lawyer informed me that besides a large amount of money kept in several bank accounts, painting and other art collections, I had come by a "red light house". My m...
She looked at me curiously over the top of a drink. We were sitting on the patio by the pool, late on a Friday afternoon. I was sweaty and tired from hours completing a complex Internet installation at her family's home. Behind us, speakers floated Mozart from an Internet radio station. It sounded very nice, but had taken a lot of work to put in place. "Y...