Synopsis: In a phantasmagorical tale of sexual slavery, a mysterious man and woman, a generic sheik, twin submissives, and even some celebrities, come together in a story exploring submissive and dominant needs. Just for fun, there are many references and allegories to pop culture. It is surreal at times but it is not fantasy or a spoof. The story begins wi...
This is probably the darkest of the One Week Chronicles story - Part 2 certainly is! - but I enjoy trying to find new ways to write and explore characters. I'll be very interested to know your thoughts on this one as it's probably the furthest from me, but was still huge fun to explore. As ever, it slots perfectly into the timeline and happens before the v...
I highly recommend reading chapters 1-8 before beginning this chapter. While this chapter can be read as a stand alone story it is entirely dependent on the events of the earlier chapters. A writer thrives on your feedback. Please take a moment to vote and leave a comment if you feel so inclined. Your votes are greatly appreciated. I hope you enjoy my scribb...
Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and did not happen. All characters and names are fictional and were made up. Special thanks to Metron18 for supplying me with ideas for minor details. Hope you enjoy this, thank you for the inspiration! ****************** Los Angeles, California A lighter flickered small orange flames just before sliding...
The shoes complete the costume: tall black boots with sharp stiletto heels, suede that will cling to my calves and shoot up to the bottoms of my thighs. I've been buying the clothes one by one over the past few months. The first piece was the skirt. Dark purple leather with black snakeskin detail, tight around the wast and only a little looser around the upp...
All day I have thought of nothing but what I was going to do to you that night. Since we had set the standard that we would have sex twice a week I had tried my best to be creative each and every time. Often it was gentle and passionate, but then other times it was a quest to see what could bring us the greatest orgasm we had ever had. All I could think of a...
***Your votes and comments warmly welcomed*** I was losing my nerve. I stood in front of the full length mirror in the cramped dressing room and battled my second thoughts. The tight corset forced my body into an exaggerated hourglass shape. The top of the corset was tucked beneath my breasts. The top of the corset skimmed just above my hips. I was wearing...
Stuart returned to the dungeon in his basement after he had seen Lydia and her husband-slave, Thomas, out the door and off for the night. The evening's entertainment had been a long one, but he had enjoyed every moment thoroughly. Assisting Lydia to further her slave's training was indeed a pleasure, as was having Lydia offer herself to him. He had enjoyed...
There was a 'clicking' noise as the television was turned on. Slowly, the blurry fuzz of black and white static started to focus in on an image. It was a cheap-looking television studio, like those used in the late night infomercials, complete with what looked to be a studio audience. A grinning man with a toothy smile and greasy, slicked bad black hair app...
My father was a Brownman, a servant of the Outer Castle, as his mother had been - until she was promoted to a Greenman, and entered the Inner Castle. I never saw her again, though my father saw her from time to time. Only servants, the army and the aristocracy entered the Castle at all, the servants through the North Gate, and the aristos through the South...