It was a quiet little street in a quiet little neighborhood. Even the crickets seemed muted as they chirped in the blanketing darkness, which was interrupted only by the faintest traces of pink in the western sky. The houses stood in a neat row, a respectable distance from each other but still neighborly. The lawns were well-manicured and the trees were prim...
"After the first glass of absinthe you see things as you wish they were. After the second you see them as they are not. Finally you see things as they really are . . . ." ― Oscar Wilde ***** I. As We Wish Things My husband held my hand as we walked from the restaurant towards a bar to meet his biggest client for drinks. This was a historic part of town wi...
Chapter 10 New Clients, New Determination I got up late and didn't make it to the office until just before noon. Rachael was waiting for me with a stack of phone messages and a sweet smile. "Good morning sir. Would you like some coffee?" She was chipper as always and given how tired I was I found it just a touch annoying. "Coffee would be good. Bring my...
Laura had returned to the servant quarters after confessing to Mistress that she had allowed herself to be bred by Dr. Smallwood, the Jackson family's best friend and a founding member of Africa Rising. Mistress had reacted in a strangely calm manner, but intimated to her that there would be severe repercussions for her infidelity to her master. Before Mistr...
Beth watched the kids get onto the bus. Happily, this year they were at the same school, which made the morning routine easier. Bill, her husband, was out of town on business. That meant getting the incorrigible darlings up and moving on her own, but she made it to the bus stop a with full minute to spare. Max and Megan, ages 8 and 6. Two precious bundles of...
Writer's Note: This is the beginning of a fantasy. It does start slow, at least sexually. I hope that the reader will find a nice pay-off at the end. If I get enough comments, I will continue the story. It has many possibilities! Chapter 1 It was a Saturday morning. I found myself browsing through a pawn shop. I wasn't there because I was interested in buy...
The low peak of an ancient mountain lay between the Women's School for Behavior Corrections and the little town of Stonecrest. The brothel in Stonecrest belonged to Master Thomas. The distance from the school to his brothel was 19 miles by the road that ran around the base of the mountain. But the distance was much shorter by way of a tunnel that ran under t...
I went back upstairs to Matron and said. "That was Julie the scholarship winner from last year. She was sent by the headmaster to see that you were alright. I told her that you were too ill to get out of bed and that you would not be at work today. I hope you do not mind me acting on your behalf?" "Of course not." Said Matron. "You are my Master after all...
Author's notes: Thanks again to everyone who took the time to read, vote, or comment on the previous three chapters. I truly appreciate the feedback and support. I expect there will be two more chapters after this one. All characters are fictional adults. Also, although I strive for accuracy, the information on sexual health in this chapter should not be...
Mia blew gunpowder and her hair out of her face, wiping the sweat off of her brow with one black colored sleeve. When Demon wanted them to practice he wasn't going to take no for an answer. They were in full tactical gear, including Kevlar vests that seemed to weigh a ton and amplified the heat. She slammed the button beside her and watched as the target m...