While he worked at his computer, she sat quietly on the settee, looking out the window at the rain. A book lay open but unread on her lap and she seemed a thousand miles away. He occasionally looked her when she was not noticing and he saw a lot. She looked lost and innocent, not wanting to give up her elegant ladylike manner, not knowing what she wanted,...
Tamara Johnson watched the sun setting on the distant horizon. The Novo Brazilian sky was alive with orange and pink hues, it was beautiful. She studied her reflection in the window of her room. A snub-nosed, freckled face stared back at her, green eyes, curly copper hair, chopped short at her nape. Not bad. She had been trying to get more sleep lately and i...
Introduction: This is an account of two mature individuals who completely understand the essence of sadomasochism and its regenerative effects when intelligently employed. * The closer she came to the house, the faster the beating of her heart. She knew that confessing to a transgression would trigger more than just a single punishment -- more than a beat...
Oh man it had been a roller-coaster of a day. My proposal was now two weeks overdue and you, my best customer, had started to lose your patience with me. If I could only keep this phone from ringing for just one more hour, I know that I could wrap it all up. "Ring - Ring" Oh no, not again. "Yes" I answer brusquely "Well", came your familiar voice, "if tha...
I was pushing 120 pounds on the bench, into my third rep, sweat now visible on my face and chest. I could feel the strain in my arms and shoulders from the physical exertion. It made me feel good, made me feel as if I was accomplishing something. Mark sat at the pull down bar, watching me working hard to finish the reps before moving on to the next exercis...
People didn't understand why she called him "Daddy". He took care of her in every sense of the word. Emotionally, He was there for every tear, outburst, and smile. Physically, she was only hungry for the length of time it took for Him to cook, He made sure her outfit for the day was presentable, drew her bath, brushed her hair, helped her dress. Spiritually,...
Chapter 3: The Training As my relationship with Cindy progressed, she began to test the depths of that relationship. Some of the tests were overt, and overtly physical. Other tests were subtle, mostly mental. The majority of the tests were a combination of physical and mental attributes. For instance, we both enjoyed working out and lifting weights. We wor...
We ate a quiet breakfast; fresh bagels, coffee and the Sunday paper. Sharon and I sat at either end of the living room couch amidst the green foliage, our feet and toes often touching. After she’d gotten up and refilled our coffees, Sharon sat at my end of the couch and languorously wound herself around me. We seemed to fit so well together, there were rarel...
Today was going to be one hell of a long day, the first of many she suspected. She'd thought she knew what she had been letting herself in for, but he'd surprised her and how. This morning, she'd been awakened early be a courier. Hastily wrapping a robe around herself she'd swapped her signature for a smallish, heavy box, and a letter. She recognised his h...
As I stepped about his boat, I knew I would not be able to run from now on. I was his. Really he has owned me since he bought my husband's business 2 months ago. But now he owns me in every way. I stepped aboard his yacht wearing a short white mini and a half T-shirt. Mr. Martin instructed me not to wear shoes or underwear. My thoughts race as I can only ima...