3 I was alone in bed when I finally awakened, and my eyelids were so heavy I felt like I'd just been roused from a ten-year magical slumber. It certainly would have explained a lot about the past few days. Kaseya still made far more sense as a figment of my imagination than an actual woman in the real world. I was a few seconds away from accepting my new...
Hi, Madam Lisa again. This is day three of the ongoing story of my real life sub and myself. I have changed only the names of those involved. I do not mention any locations by name, but I will assume some of you will be able to figure them out. Please read P1 and 2 as doing so will help you follow along. *** Recap. Yesterday I found my subs ex-girlfriend,...
Even the moonlight felt hot and spicy. Inka's poor legs and feet ached as she bounced up and down on her husband. He was on her bed in her apartment, and he was quite happy. Inka spread her fingers over his chest and purred with him. His teeth flashed in the pale light, and he gripped her hips. "Damn, woman! You've ruined me!" Inka bent down a little,...
Sunday morning I woke to something unexpected, the smell of bacon and coffee. I went into the kitchen. Paula was at the table reading the paper, a glass of orange juice and a cup of coffee in front of her. John was busy in the kitchen. It irked me to have been replaced by him in the kitchen especially after Paula commented about how she was cooking for him....
This is a slow burn and doesn't currently contain sex, though future chapters will eventually have some. Many thanks to Dazmine for helping me edit this. Emily shuffled downstairs around noon, wearing pajama pants and a t-shirt and clutching her head. She brightened up when she saw me on the couch in the living room, breaking into a smile. "You're still...
Thank you to all those who have left feedback so far. This is a work in progress and my first attempt at anything like this, I hope it is something that you will continue to enjoy. If you have any suggestions for future chapters, please, feel free to let me know in the comments section below. Thanks. We entered the dining room for our evening meal and foun...
It been a while sense Inga captured me. I been a while sense she integrated and broke me with her sexual powers. I was now her slave. I was now her slut and her whore. My leash was wrapped around the pole and I lay naked. My body was still quivering from one of her daily sexual orgasms. She brought me over the edge of pleasure till I was broken and could har...
Despite the fact that she was in gaol, Mistress Nicola slept tolerably well, until about eight of the clock the next morning, when Bertram Thicknoll, the Chief Gaoler, awakened her and informed her that there was food here if she deigned to partake. Actually, in interests of perfect accuracy, Bertram rattled the bars and announced "Got summat fer brekfus' h...
Epilogue It has been many years since the last Tip was decommissioned. Once, I prayed for a copy. But now, something stranger has come to pass. I don't know how --whether it was the Goddess of Mercy, the Universe, my own stubborn good luck, or a collision of parallel dimensions— but I have her back again. She isn't a copy, and she isn't my original model, n...
This is kind of an epilogue that explains what happens to Ambrosio once he becomes property of Matilda in Hell. If you are unsure about the situation, go back and read Chapters 1, 2 and 3. Thanks for any feedback! -------------------------------------------------- 'Intus Abyssus' (Latin - In Hell) Ambrosio felt warm. It was the first sensation he felt wh...