This was probably my very first attempt at writing adult fiction and was more of an effort at exploring my own fantasies and thus work out what drove me than any serious effort to entertain others. Reading it now, it seems simpler and more direct than my later work and may be better or worse for that. I will leave it to you the gentle reader to decide... *...
You are always so good at making lists, Becca! This is a compliment I hear a lot from colleagues and friends alike. Always meant sincere, it does have a backhanded element to it. It labels me organised, bureaucratic, predictable. Rebecca, the Excel Queen. Rebecca, mind you. Not Bec or Beckie. Not Becca, either. But people are so quick with shortening my na...
She had warned him on several occasions that if he did not satisfy her sexual needs then she would begin looking elsewhere. He had shrugged it off as idle threats until one day she called him into their home office and told him she was going out tomorrow night to meet someone who she hoped would satisfy her. He said ok still not believing her. The next eveni...
Work clothes I look around the room in amazement. It is very well appointed, beautiful, feminine. Lovely colorful antique furniture, flowers in vases everywhere, velvet draperies, marble statues... it's gorgeous, elegant. The scent of lilac wafts through the room. Love songs play on a stereo softly in the background. I expected dark mahogany or dreary gray...
I did not know her at all, but her writing leapt to the heart of my fantasies. It was almost like she knew me and impossibly, from afar, read my mind. For an intelligent, sexy, attractive woman to be sharing the same kinks was indescribable. So was her writing. Continuous play, unrelenting play for a month. Her expression of id. Her post around July 4th, Ind...
So with much apprehension, I turned the handle on the blue door. Stepping through, I struggled to adjust my eyes to the brilliantly white light streaming out of the other side. I raised my hand to try and filter the glare, and heard the door click shut behind me, and then double-click again. Instinctively, I tried for the handle on my side, but there was no...
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Chapter 1 - Friday Night on the Town "How about this one?" My roommate April was browsing the back pages of the local underground newspaper. "Grand Opening," she read out. "Club Latex! Love to dominate? Live to serve? Or just curious? Everyone welcome!" I looked up from my book. "Are you nuts? I just suggested we try something a little different tonight....
Right now: I am in a small basement room, bright with studio lighting. I am naked save for a thick leather hood, stiff latex corset around my middle, thigh-high latex stockings, and leather heels. The hood, corset, and stockings are shiny black, the heels sports-car red, though I cannot see them. Or much of anything. I am in a hands-and-knees posture, m...
After the initial mind control Jessica put me through, she further convinced or coerced me to move in. Most of my stuff ended in a warehouse excepting for some of my clothing. She is taking me deeper into submission, I'm losing the knowledge of who I am or was, her obsessive control over me makes me dependent of her and a willing subject to her whim. My like...