Chapter Seven: This is a chain story written by Jezzaz, Todd172, Stev2244, Harddaysknight, Girlinthemoon, Qhml1, Oshaw and blackrandl1958. One different author wrote each chapter in this story, building on the work of the preceding author. We are submitting one chapter each day until the story is finished. We would like for you, the readers, to see if you c...
Tags: M/F, Sable Antelope, Antelope, Dragoness, Femdom, Pegging, Strap-on, Vaginal, Anal, Oral, Domination/Submission, Master/Pet, Mistress, Slave, Collar, Leash, Pet, Bondage, Forced Prostitution, Prostitution, Footplay, Spanking, Slapping, Licking, Orgasm Control, Dirty Talking, Humiliation. ***** "Perfect," the vixen smirked as she counted the value of...
Chapter 11 Retired Again I arrived in Barnstable just before ten that night. It had been a long day. The flight from Tucson to Houston, then Houston to Boston took a total of seven long hours. Then a rented car from Boston to Barnstable. My faithful old Crown Victoria was still sitting in El Cajon, gathering dust. Maybe it was time to sell it. Get rid of an...
It had been a few weeks since I had come back from that adult store. Although I had been pretty busy with work, I was feeling as if something was amiss. Didn't matter how much I tried, I couldn't put my finger on it. At first I thought it was the scars left behind by the chains, in particular on my waist. But that was not it. I couldn't find out what. Some d...
The sun was shining. The birds were chirping. Life seemed to be at an all time high outside my window. I grabbed my pillow and flung it towards the offending noise. I slowly climbed out of my bed and dragged myself to close the shades. I was not ready to tackle whatever this day would bring. I crawled back into my king sized bed, as I was closing my eyes, m...
Julie looked out the window of the airplane and felt both giddy and nauseous. "Am I insane?" she wondered for the fiftieth time that day. "What if he hates me? What if throws me off his verandah? What if he's indifferent, and doesn't even care that I've come?" Julie posed one absurd question after another, partly to draw out her unspoken fears, and partly to...
Saturday Night He took the final key from the lid of the trunk and dangled it teasingly in front of her face. The key to the lock of the last secret. He knew what was in the locker. The cabin's owner had been quite proud of this possession. The owner hadn't needed to explain its use to him. He already had known some of the history behind it. Certainly, it w...
Saturday Afternoon They'd cleaned up and showered. And dressed. Well, sort of. She'd pulled on a fresh pair of pink bikini panties, with just enough fabric to cover her mound and not much more than that. She'd pulled his dress shirt back on, too, but left the front unbuttoned so he could see her, and touch her, whenever he wanted. She felt deliciously sexy....
One First a word in praise of my Editor; meathead96, who has done a hero's job in correcting my punctuation and grammar It is set in a world where a day is twenty six hours, the sun bluer, years longer and the seasons less harsh. All characters are older than eighteen earth years. * I was startled awake by the master's dragonlet. It's keening cry pierci...
Dylan Saunders sat back into his overstuffed leather recliner, in the darkened den, watching the final minutes of his latest production unfolding on the screen of his expansive television. On the screen, twenty year old Trish Abrams, a slim, petite redhead, with thin, wire-rimmed glasses, sat nude atop a toilet, her face, a contorted mask of determined effor...