Hi. Madam Lisa here. This is a continuation of On the Hunt. Please read it first as it will help you follow this story. Recap from last night. I found a new sub. Her name is Karen. She agreed to be my sub after only being with me one time. I found out she loves taking orders and is an exhibitionist as well. We also fell asleep nude on my couch with my drape...
A lighter one, this time. You may recognize the characters from some of my other stories. If you haven't read all my stories, don't worry - they're written to stand alone. The characters and situations depicted may be real, fictional, or some combination thereof. And I'm not giving too much away to say that there is a "Nita" - muse, inspiration, and best...
Thursday Afternoon It snowed last night and turned the campus into a frozen fuckfest, resulting in fender benders in every direction. Thankfully my Dad taught me how to drive in everything but the vacuum of space and as long as I went slow, it would take a truly fucked road to stop me. Which was good, as I had somewhere to be once classes let out. While I...
Tom tugged at the collar of his dress shirt in distress. "Remind me again why I'm attending this snobby nonsense?" he asked. "Because A, I finally got the nerve to introduce you to my parents, B, a dinner party gives us an excuse to hide in a crowd if needed, C because this white dress looks amazing on me, and D because you look even more amazing than us...
I thought I was dreaming the first time the presence visited me, it was far too strange and undefinable an experience to have been real. I awoke in my bed in the country house to the feeling of a heavy weight pressing upon my chest. Though I looked directly at where the object should rest I could discern nothing, and I found I could not move even a finger. I...
A Victorian Bagatelle 'That was exactly my objection when dear Reggie first suggested it, Lyddie, but I assure you he was right, as usual. The sensation is not at all what one would expect.' 'Reggie' could only be Reginald Doyle, Esq., my old Cambridge rowing chum, now my colleague in a laboratory venture. The year before, he had won the hand of the captiv...
There are times I wish a moment could last forever. An early morning dreary, we—Jerry and I were standing, facing each other, in the middle of an area enclosed by an eight foot fence. My hands rested on his forearms; his hands supported mine. It was like the day we were married -- nothing elaborate -- a simple late afternoon ceremony in a bar next to a store...
"May I assist you with anything else, Sir?" Jeeves asked again, his digital voice exactly the same as before. Brian was losing patience. "No, damn it, shut up!" "I am... sorry, Sir." Jeeves said. He returned his plastic head to a forward-facing position, making his usual servo-pneumatic whirring sound as he did. Brian took a deep breath and reminded himse...
Chapter 1 "Alright, you wanted to sit down and talk, Jill. We're sitting. We're talking. With no lawyers around, either. I hope that this doesn't put me off my appetite, because it's a shame to waste great falafel and tahini sauce," I told my estranged wife, Jill, as she sat with me in my favorite Greek and Middle Eastern cafe. "Look ... Jack. I blew it. O...
She spent Thursday night out. Friday was what had become our new normal. A deluxe meal for her (poached salmon) a slave appropriate meal for me (a grilled cheese sandwich and a potato) then some TV time followed by a beating that made certain I remembered my status before being allowed to be her waiter, maid, tongue, spittoon and footstool for the rest of th...