Author's Note: This is the third in a 3 story arc. I think each story does stand on its own as enjoyable. If you want to know what happened before, read: "One Hundred and Ninety Two Hours", and then "The First Five Hours." Also - this story delves more into the S&M side of BDSM. Please remember that these characters are acting in the context of a well estab...
Your mind is your arsenal, fortress, and armory. Your words are potential weapons you give to your enemies to assault the citadel of your soul. To PokingFun and Talenwolf for the editing help. Also, for all those who helped with the creative process of this story. My weary mind cannot put a name to you all. We share a darkness, a confusion with the injustic...
"You can't be serious!" "Of course I am," I sighed. "But that would mean..." "Yep," I said, nodding slowly as I watched my cousin Lillian digest the news. "So, you're trying to tell me that Janice, the woman you were engaged to, is now a nun?" she asked, still not quite believing me. I didn't bother to answer. Janice wasn't a nun yet, but she had decided...
I want to thank readers for comments, both public and private, kind and unkind, regarding my writing. I also want to thank the authors here for their stories and feedback to teach me new ideas and forms on how to get things out of my head. Finally, I want to thank James Blackshaw, whose music was an inspiration while I wrote this. Some of his album titles be...
Note from the author: Hi again everyone! Thank you for keeping up with my longer stories of late. Here is something a little more straightforward and circumspect. Yes, it is still quite corny... and it has my very favorite card game in it. I hope you all have an enjoyable and exciting read! * 1. Too much, the magic bus "And a good morning to you!" "Good...
If you find cuckolding offensive I suggest that you skip to the last page, leave your caustic comment and avoid the pain of reading this story. If you want to read about a cock in a cage this isn't the story for you either. My story isn't for everyone, but you would be surprised by how many people find it oddly compelling. It's like a slow-motion catastrophe...
This story is copyright 2009 by (lipsticked11). All rights reserved. No reposting without permission. * I am owned by a dominant couple and their niece and used as a live-in maid, cook, and sexual slave. My name was Michael, now I am Michelle. This is my story: When I was 35, my wife Connie and I lived next door to another married couple, Denise and Steve...
This is a story viewed from 2 vintage points, JJ a dominant master and Tom, the male half of a couple of would-be slaves. JJ I was invited to a party by one of my suppliers, this Saturday afternoon. The weather was great and everybody congregated in the garden around the swimming pool. Many people actually were in the pool, but I did not have my swimming t...
Backroads or: On Being Blown Sideways Down the Road Less Traveled There's something peculiarly energizing about a road trip, even if, as is so often the case, it's a journey to nowhere in particular. Even if you've been down the same road a hundred times before, there's always the hint of something new in the air, some new adventure at hand right around t...
CHAPTER 1 Marcus stalked the network of walkways that crisscrossed the ceiling high above Elysium's floor space, the restless need to move forcing him out of his office. Mostly hidden in darkness, the walkways allowed the club's owners and security personnel to supervise almost every square foot of the massive club without disturbing the patrons below. The...