Perhaps you are wondering why my Mistress posted a few friends around the edge of the meadow in my previous story (see "Submissive's Journey 18"). To understand that, we have to go back into our past a bit. Mistress was walking me like a dog on a leash through a nearby public forest one day. As was usual on these walks, I was wearing only my collar, and pa...
Taking his comb onto the porch, I sat in the swing and slowly worked the tangles out of my hair. Considering the position of the sun, it was near noon. "How did you find this place, sir?" I asked the moment he stepped out onto the porch. He scratched himself, then sat next to me on the swing. I snuggled against his side, one leg hanging with his, the other o...
The Master rose early, he had not been able to sleep well since his last encounter with Ruby almost two weeks previously. Looking at his pocket watch he discovered that it was 4:30am. Not tired enough to go to bed again, he wrapped his robe around himself and walked into the silence of the East Wing. Most of the servants had quarters in the West Wing of the...
"Are you about ready?" I called down the hall to my wife. It was a cold Thursday afternoon in early January, and we were about to start a four drive to the hunting lease I was a part of in South Texas. I had been going to the same place since before we were married, but Susie disdained hunting and so far, had refused to go. The only way I was able to convin...
CHAPTER 9 -- THE AUCTION I woke up to the sound of the phone ringing loudly in my ear. I ignored it until the ringing finally stopped. Moments later, the phone rang again. Barely awake, I groggily reached over to the nightstand, lifted the phone into the air and slammed it back down onto the receiver. I exhaled in relief as the incessant ringing stopped onc...
Part I: The Game "Okay, that's it!" called Coach Johnson, announcing the end of practice, much to the relief of his tired players. "Wrap it up! Hit the showers!" "You guys played like old ladies today!" the Coach yelled, and the team yelled in unison, as they always did at the end of each practice. It never failed to elicit a smile or grin on the face of e...
Thanks to Softouch911, again, for being a fantastic editor and friend! * My grandmother had a bookmark when I was growing up that said: "Celebrate freedom. Read a banned book." The irony never escaped me; while we have free press, we also have people who exercise their freedoms by protesting, and banning, the words of others. My grandmother celebrated he...
“Psst. Over here.” Judy said to get the girl’s attention. “Who’s there?” Wendy Wilson said back in a loud whisper. It was dark. Wendy had heard a noise by the woodpile and approached it tentatively. “Who are you? What do you want?” Wendy asked. “Come here. Come closer.” Judy pleaded. “Come out where I can see you.” Wendy demanded. “I can’t.” “Why not?...
Remember Zena from the previous story. She's back. One more thing, there is one more chapter and this story will be done. Thank you everyone who took out time to follow this tale. I truly hoped you enjoyed it. It is self-edited, and there will more than likely be errors. I apologize in advance. Please do not let the mistakes you find ruin the story for yo...
Mountains of gratitude to honeywldcat for her editing of this entire series. * I sat on the edge of the bed, my head in my hands. I really didn't know what to do. Danielle had sunk into a deep depression for the past week, and there seemed to be nothing I could do to pull her out of it. Several times over the past week, she had woken from nightmares and f...