The Inquisitor led the princess along a winding path through the Chamber of Delights, past machines she'd experienced before, and many unknown ones as well. Strange devices, wheels and gear; she could not even fathom their purpose, other than pleasure. All of the devices in this room had but one purpose. At last he led to a large wooden frame. It was roughl...
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"Abner...ABNER!," Mrs. Kravitz was yelling, "there's something weird going on over at the Stevens house." She turned back from the window to see if Abner was listening to her, a pair of binoculars poised in her hands. "Mrs. Stevens is bent over a bench wearing nothing but black stockings and heels and Mr. Stevens isn't wearing anything but a pair of patent l...
She listened as he questioned her, but her mind seemed to drift over his whole body at once. Being a Real Estate Agent, you can tell me what's best for me then, can't you? She nodded in answer to his question. He tilted his head looking intently into her eyes that held his attention. I thought it was your job to determine my needs for me. Instead of making m...
Most of the hot summer day had been spent in the house, reveling in the nakedness of each other where the air conditioner could still manage to keep us mostly dry during several rounds of wild sex. We had watched a movie, I'd made a light lunch and served you on my knees, nipping touches of the avocado and marinated tomatoes from your fingers. It was a slow,...
Slowly making my way across the crowded room to you, feeling your presence more than seeing you. Finally I am standing in front of you, feeling you eyes trace up my skin, the bare feet with the silver chains around my ankles, the short skirt barely covering my sex, a silver chain around my belly, the half demi-bra cupping my breast offering the nipples into...
I slid my hands into the pockets of my denim jacket, rubbing the smooth leather of my wallet between my fingers. I've been Crystal for 6 months now, but her clothes still felt like a costume and her life still felt like a sham. That was a good thing, I guess. I've heard stories about cops who lost themselves undercover, and longed for the life of a criminal...
Erin Ch. 12: On the Runway By Jonathan Quincy Graves {Note: This is the twelfth in a multi-part story series cataloging the progressive evolution of a relationship between a dominant woman who provides leadership and discipline for her husband. Each installment can stand alone, but they read much better if you start at the beginning. Go to: Erin Ch.01 -- F...
Kate's work was truly rewarding. And in spite of how much she may have complained about the ho-hum pay and about some annoying colleagues, she did pause, every now and again, to make sure to appreciate all of the great things in her work world. Not the least of which was travel, one of Kate's great loves. Ever since her days living in the UK as a foreign ex...
Removing the towel from the bed, I jumped in the shower to rinse off. Mary collected her things in her bag and then entered the bathroom to take a shower. I looked at her and told her "Mary, I told you, I want you to feel this all day. No shower. Get dressed, I'm late for a meeting." She looked completely ashamed as she pulled her white granny panties onto...