Part 4, Hot Flashes -- by jessicablank Synopsis: At the inn in Her Realm, MzDominica demonstrated Her glass-covered sensory deprivation chamber, showing how the use of Her Voice as a subliminal soundtrack could be used to program slaves' minds to obey her, so very deeply. Mistress Black, who owns a chain of spas, made a deal with Dominica, to use the "rela...
The average person, applying contemporary community standards, would find that this work, taken as a whole, appeals to prurient interest only, and is utterly without redeeming social value. And that's what makes it fun. ***** 1.Realization So. Last night you got gang banged. Damn! It was your choice, no one slipped you any drugs, you weren't drunk. Well,...
Constantine was a new recruit in the Serb army and excited by the new opportunity in front of him, his young future looking very bright. Only 19 years old and fresh out of basic training he was largely ignorant of the atrocities his countrymen had been responsible for in the past, growing up in a very patriotic and jingoistic household. His father had been i...
Clara was an angel, taking care of her husband John who, at the age of fifty, had developed Alzheimer's disease. It was so sad about how the guy she married, who was ten years older, and whom she loved an adored no longer recognised her because his condition had deteriorated in just the course of a year. Clara's friend Joanne, who she'd met way back during...
Author's note: the following story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. The author wishes to express his gratitude to rozezwild for her editing to make this a better story. I leaned back in my big desk chair as I read an article in the online Wall Street Journal. This situation might have an impact...
Any comments and/or critics are welcome. I have tried to make the characters as adaptable as possible but you are free to imagine them as you wish. Enjoy! ***** I watched as she was working. Her plump ass was shaking with each sway of her hips and her full tits jiggled as she dusted the curtains, standing on the tip-toes of her heels. I slowly walked up to...
The conference was a rushed affair. As interoffice emails flashed down neatly hid cables the vast majority uttered a mutual groan of despair since the meeting was called late Friday afternoon just minutes away from everyone going home for the weekend. It came about because one of the firm's senior partners had discovered issues with the total number of billi...
The old barn looked more like a death sentence than an apartment from the outside. I could smell old hay and manure as I walked behind the owner. "The door is up these stairs, here," he grumbled, his hand motioning to an old wooden door at the top of the stairs. "It's unlocked. Go look around." The apartment wasn't necessarily spacious, but it would suffice...
"And thought of doing something to the shore That water never did to land before." from "Once by the Pacific " by Robert Frost Eleni dug her paddle into the turquoise water, furiously propelling herself towards her meeting with Marano, Ocean Master, fighting down her fear and anger with physical effort. She wore a filmy cotton wrap, and her lean brown bod...
Ryuku fumbled up the steps towards the temple. Thirty-thousand and fifteen steps. To any other person, it would seem sheer madness to put that many steps up a mountain to only terminate at an apparently dilapidated place formally used to venerate the Ancient Ones. The sweat dripped down her bosom, forming abstract symbols upon her shirt disturbingly similar...