The capacity for self delusion and denial in the human mind is surprising. It took what most would say was pretty damning evidence before I even became suspicious that my wife was up to something. Even then, I couldn’t bring myself to really think that something illicit was going on. Surely there was a reasonable explanation for everything. Then, when I ha...
"Giséle" awoke, feeling weird just like she had the morning before. But it wasn't just that she didn't have headphones that was off. Her bladder was full and as she rolled over to get out of bed, her dick was pulled down almost painfully by some hard casing on it. The previous day's events began to return to her, and as she padded quietly to the bathroom,...
It has been a week since the incident in the office with Ms. Lane and Mr. Smith and she cannot help but hope that he has forgotten all about it. She sits at her desk grading her papers dressed in her short skirt still as to not let anyone notice there is a change. She adjusts trying to get comfortable but for some reason thinking about her boss makes her wet...
Chapter 4: Training On Sunday morning I woke to feel your wet tongue in my ear. My erection grew swiftly with the erotic sensations of you licking, nibbling and kissing it. In my half-dreaming state, I remembered the sensation of your fingers deep inside me and groaned. Suddenly your sharp teeth bit hard on my earlobe, shocking me wide awake, and I heard yo...
Dear Journal: Day two with Sir... I wake alone, but the bed is still warm with note on the pillow "Pet, clean yourself dress in something comfortable, meet me in the restaurant. Tell the hostess the room number, they know what to do". I have a quick shower, put my hair up in a tidy roll, dress in soft slacks and a conservative blouse, with a pair of flats...
"Am I ready, Master?" She did a slow spin, arms a bit spread, teasing grin on her face. The black velvet skirt was cut high on her thigh, the emerald green silk shirt elegant and lovely. Seamed black stockings bridged the gap between skirt hem and the ruthless height of the black velvet pumps. The teasing grin was because this had been a ritual of theirs...
* * * * * Click Here to listen. (11 min/mp3) * * * * * It is a memory that is both painful and pleasing to me, the night my Master had to punish me. I say painful because I learned a lesson that night. It was a lesson that I will always remember. I learned that by denying my Master, I in a way, denied myself something too. I say it is pleasing because it...
It was almost five when her cell phone started ringing, five o' clock. Time for Law and Order to start... she could ignore the phone, let it go to voicemail... but instead sighing and stabbing at the mute button on the TV controller Jillian answered the call after noticing that it was the house number of the family she often babysat for. "Hello" she said,...
Chapter 7: Stilettos Her voice was throaty. It was also a bit slurred—I guess she'd drunk her share of the champagne as well. But which of her words were the important ones? That my master's name was Dave? Did I even really want to know that? That he was a wuss—so was she going to do my punishment right? Or did she really want a turn with me? I heard a slo...
As Madam Angela left the dungeon and slammed the door behind her, Julia, muted by the piercings through her tongue, was left to worry about what was to come by herself. Natasha, who was tied to the St. Catherine's Cross opposite her was hanging her head down to the ground, so there was nothing she could read from her face or eyes. She dared not look to her M...