Melissa shivered as she ran a hand through her hair. Her Master would be home soon with some friends. It was the first time He had brought anyone else into their home and she was terrified. She knew her place though and quickly gathered up her courage. She ran Master's list through her head, making sure she had completed it. She was freshly shaved and washed...
Bonnie was serving at his meeting. Bare-assed and ball-gagged, the wooden yokes around her neck keeping her upper arms parallel to the floor; her strawberry blonde hair that normally fell to the middle of her back was draped over the back of it. The wrist holes too small for her to turn them, keeping her palms facing forward. A tablet was strapped to her...
Rachel Ch.5 - A Morning At Home I’d decided to take a much needed day off from work. I’d been busy for what seemed like months now, and I was ready to have some time to myself. It was nice waking up naturally that morning, rather than being awoken by the harsh tones of my alarm clock. The late morning sunlight poured into my bedroom through the thin curtain...
Time Travel The General was a menacing looking man. He always stood out in a crowd. The general was one of those men that never left his job at home and he was who he was. One can always see that he was of military stuff. Something he loved to brag about. A man proud of his family lineage of military men, going as far back at the beginning of the 1900's....
A similar story was told to me as a real scheme conceived by three college sophomores. However, this story is purely fictional, and I would sleep much better if no one ever tried it out in practice. * It happened last year when I was living in the third floor quad. There were James and Alex and Nathan and myself, and we were all single at the time and qui...
The other night Bill and I were having dinner and he noticed I was a little down. He asked what was bothering me and I told him we had received a Christmas card from Carol's folks. Carol was my very best friend from childhood and had died from breast cancer two years ago. Thinking about her being gone always depressed me. Bill was very sympathetic listening...
She was old enough to know better, but young enough to pass herself off as naive. She wasn't slim, not overweight, but voluptuous and curvy. She was a chameleon, dressing to deceive her prey. Dressed down, she looked the part of the everyday housewife. In khaki shorts and her hair in a ponytail, she looked like a soccer mom. In a pair of cutoff jeans way t...
Why Every Writer Should Consider Using a Grammar Checker Before a Story Submission That is a question that I pondered on during the writing of my first story before this second submission. Why should I? Do I really need it? Other writers have friends, family, and editors to look over their manuscripts before submission. Will they need to use a Grammar Che...
Part One - The Ensemble “Are the socks ready?” “Oui Monsieur.” “Put them on the tray in the Hall.” I watched the maid leave the room. By heaven even I was turned on, that tiny skirt and those fishnet tights tottering into the Hall on stiletto heels. Two days getting ready, two days! Still, it’s what he wanted. No one could ‘dress’ the French Maid like Pa...
Jack stared at her. "You know, watching you like this is making me very horny." He snapped his fingers and a blonde wearing a tight black bra and matching panties appeared next to him. Without a word the blonde pulled open Jack's pants. She kneeled on the floor and started to lick Jack's cock. She licked him from the root of his dick, all the way to the tip,...