A hidden truth is laid bare. Will it illuminate? Or cast everything into darkness? Bayonetta's Abuse VIII - Whispers In The Dark Female voice: James... ... Female voice: Can you hear me James? It's time... ... Female voice: James! It's time to wake up... * * * * * The light slap of a hand on his cheek brought James to consciousness. Immediately he wa...
To: George Falstaff From Valerie Burbon Re: Updated entries for The Writer's Market George, These are the latest entries in The Writer's Market that we're considering. The old entries have been in need of revision since we've expanded the breadth of all our publications. The deadline for changes is just a week away, so quick action is needed. Mastering M...
She could feel the ropes gradually getting tighter as he constructed an elaborate rope dress. She had forgotten how constrictive a rope dresses could be. She inhaled as much as her chest would let her and then slowly let it out. He tightened the ropes again. The next time she inhaled, it was harder to get a full breath. Some people might have told him the ro...
Chapter 6 - Slave Proposal They soon arrived in his study where khakis sat behind the large maple desk and Tawny knelt down in front of it in the 'kneel' position. Khakis quickly ordered her to sit in the large overstuffed chair and told her to look at his face. He peeled of his leather mask, revealing himself. Tawny's jaw dropped as she recognized him. It...
Prologue Laura Lake and her junior assistant Johnny Jordan were reporters for the Metro Star News published in St. Louis and had been on an undercover assignment in the small Mid-Eastern country of Arabica. As the result of being set up, they had both been captured during a trip to a remote desert by slave traders. Because both Lara and Johnny possessed so...
There was a 'clicking' noise as the television was turned on. Slowly, the blurry fuzz of black and white static started to focus in on an image. It was a cheap-looking television studio, like those used in the late night infomercials, complete with what looked to be a studio audience. A grinning man with a toothy smile and greasy, slicked bad black hair app...
Once upon a time there lived a kinky girl, a very kinky girl indeed, named, well never mind her real name, her chosen nick for play was "Cinderella", for reasons which will become apparent later. Cinderella lived in a polyamorous family with an assortment of bdsm proclivities with her "Daddy" (a switch - top to Cinderella and bottom to his Domme to whom he...
Another city, another business meeting. I decided to stay an extra day or two, after all I deserved it, plus no one knew me in this small out of the way spot. I checked into a motel on the outskirts of the city, a sleazy one. The room was everything I wanted, tacky green wallpaper, a big queen sized bed, tiny bathroom complete with a full length mirror, a c...
Batgirl's long leg wrapped around the last henchman's knee. She slammed her shoulder into his chest knocking him back into craps table. There was a crash as his head hit the edge, knocking him cold. Four more of the Riddler's local thugs were down, bruised, and being bound by security after tangling with the young vigilante. Las Vegas was far from Barbara G...
1: Marc taught me the art of self-bondage, and I'll tell you it is an art! We were both bondage fans before we met and have been practicing bondage lovers since. The idea of tying myself up while he watched me stringently entrap every movable part of my body was a supreme turn-on for both of us. I had a good understanding of the simple binds I needed to app...