Author's Note: This story contains adult content. Do not read if you are under the age of 18. Additionally, this is not an accurate representation of slavery, mind control or non-consensual sex at all, as it exists in a fantasy setting. Non-consensual sex/sexual acts, hypnosis, and sex slavery in real life is highly immoral and illegal, and I do not condone...
*** Sansa knocked softly on Brienne's door. "Brienne? It's Sansa. I know you sent word you were unwell. I just wanted to see if the maester was needed." "You may enter, Lady Sansa," she said. She almost sounded normal. Sansa came in quickly and shut the door. Brienne sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the floor. She was undressed, still in her night...
Over the next few weeks, Kate and Michael texted on occasion. Mostly to check in and to trade terms of endearments and positive vibes. Kate had absolutely loved their recent sexual encounter (over FaceTime, no less), but she was looking to hold out on being with Michael again until she had the real deal in front of her. He would be in New York on Tuesday, Ju...
"How did you meet your spouse?" That's the question every couple has been forced to answer since the beginning of time. My name is Amina "Mina" Kanu-Dumont, I'm a young woman of Gambian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I was raised Muslim, but consider myself a secularist these days. I am the happy wife of Marcus Dumont, the devoted mother to p...
"Away" There is such a depth here. Anyone who might look down on me for choosing to be a slave, (and I have been unfortunate to meet a few,) is truly ignorant of both the beauty and the benefit, even the power of being a slave. I have a devious side and I suffer very little in comparison to the amazing gifts given to me in this lifestyle. I had been cravin...
Husband drafted to be life model for art class, finds it's not that bad. Sometimes, you know, life really does imitate art. Or is that vice-versa? Anyway, freshly early-retired with a move to a college town in the East, I convinced my shy wife, Sharon, that we shouldn't be passive, but should dive right into the local scene. Reluctant at first, she knew I h...
Thanks to MistressLynn for her editing help and support. For all those wondering Chapter 4 should post within a couple days after this one does. CHAPTER 3: DESCENT INTO MADNESS Sunlight beamed through the open window illuminating the room. Brian awoke in a tangle of bed sheets, believing at first that something was holding him down. Thrashing around, tryi...
Some people emailed me begging to finish this story. In my mind the concept already developed and died with the first entry, and I don't have an urge to complete it. But then I thought about how pissed off I get when I encountered unfinished stories. So I'm writing this last part to help make sense of the first half and provide closure. --- He had only wan...
This story plays fast and loose with Ancient History and Linguistics; be warned. Editing magic performed by KJ24 and Shyqash, plus contributions by the regular gang of brigands and neer-do-wells. Being an asshole is not so much a matter of anatomy as one of social consciousness. ***** (Where we left off) "Bitch, did you just Taser my fiancé?" Orlando's...
Henry chanced a look into his mirror, supposedly checking out the flow of traffic, but in reality flagellating himself with another stolen glance at the occupants of the back seat. Aubrey Lister sat back on the leather like a king reclining on his throne, his face a picture of self-assured crapulence as he draped one arm over the shoulder of his favourite pe...