“Do you trust me?” His deep, soft voice whispered in my ear. He was behind me, his hands gently caressing my shoulders and upper arms. Something in his voice made me hesitate. Did I trust him? I was looking at our bed. At the things he had laid on it. There were padded restraints fastened to the corners, a dark scarf on the pillows, and odd shapes under anot...
He wondered how it had come to this but knew that although he could choose to, there was no way that he would leave. He waited, stirred his coffee and pretended to read the news paper, it must only have been a few minutes but it seemed like hours. A slim, dark haired woman in her early thirties entered the coffee bar and look ed around, at first glance she l...
This burning hunger for Him won't quit. After Hours of having Him with me, over me, inside me.... my body is sore, used, spent, and i still crave more. i haven't ever felt like this. This crazy driving need, i can hardly concentrate on the rest of the world. i found myself waking up in traffic on the way back home today, and wondering where all the miles wen...
Linda was first to wake up. Her thoughts drifted to the night before and she smiled, while she slipped on her robe to go check on the slave. He was still sleeping and his leg was still tethered to the pole on the bed. He stirred as Linda stood watching him. Rolling over on his side, he looked up at her and asked for a shower. Linda told him he would get show...
The regression room contained no windows or other sources of natural light. About the size of a usual therapy room, it was a considerably large space that still felt claustrophobic. The grey cement render that coated the walls prevented noise from drifting down the hallway and inevitably upsetting the other patients, more importantly it prevented any sound f...
Blindfolded. The blackness devoured her sight into nothingness. No light-colored wrapping to give away hints of shadows or any degree of luminescence in the room. Her hearing seemed immediately amplified. Though he moved in silence the soft whisper of his clothing became like rustling leaves in the wind. She tilted her head, almost imperceptibly, in his dire...
Please note, all characters portrayed in this story are over 18. * Davina stood outside Mistress K's study, her knees trembling as she tried to smooth down her wild auburn hair. She sniffed back tears and adjusted her short, pleated skirt, knowing all the time it was useless. Her tight white shirt was ripped at the front, giving anyone who glanced in her...
This is purely fiction; any correlation to real people is purely happenstance. This is the fourth part of a continuing series; you might want to start with the first one. The story is not that complicated, so if you must you can start with this one. I hope you enjoy it. I arrived at Mrs. Hunt's house totally naked approaching the good neighbor gate right on...
Ch 6 - Exposed Secrets Ria did as she was told, lying on the bed so that her stomach lay flat against it and her butt faced the ceiling. She looked at Colin as he picked up a set of blond cuffs that matched her collar and leash and attached one to each wrist and ankle. He gently pulled her arms behind her back and connected the rings on the cuffs with a cro...
= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = "One of these days in your travels, a guy is going to come to you and show you a nice, brand new deck of cards on which the seal has not yet been broken. This man is going to offer to bet you that he can make the jack of spades jump out of that deck and piss in your ear. Now son, you do not take this bet, for as sure...