This is the second part of a story following Kent Wiltshire and his journey from an independent man to a submissive slave girl. Please let me know what you think, and if there is any themes you would like to see incorporated in the future. ***** Ten minutes later, I find myself with a shaven head as my mistress is placing a wig on my head. Tiny needles go...
By now most of you who might read this know me, at least a little. And you know these stories are real, with the exception of the conversations, which are more how I remember them than real. I mean honestly, who can remember a conversation from last week, much less months and years ago? This took place in the spring after Paul and I had begun dating. Maybe...
I almost went mad. Certainly I was out my mind, and into the minds of others, a cacophony of wretched misery and anguish punctuated with dull aches, stabbing pains and brutal lashes of sharp agony. Of my own body I was barely aware, shackled to the cold stone floor of the dungeon cell where I had been thrown. "Never before," the Queen had said, "has a Serva...
Author's notes. This is the fourth Star Wars story I have written. All of my stories (so far) take place between the Yuuzhan Vong War and the Dark Nest Crisis. I would like for you to read my other three Star Wars stories first, but I highly recommend that you read Star Wars: Jedi Tahiri in Bondage, as this story is a direct sequel, although my other two Sta...
After that first day and night, Phyllis and Mark have spent all their free time together. His home has been over 20 miles from hers; say 40 minutes driving. She has visited his place and they've stayed in nice hotels some weekends. The theme of their friendship, and the centre of their excitement has been her firm and controlling underwear; and her tan nyl...
As he sits at his computer she comes up behind him and kisses gently him on the neck. He goes to say something but she puts her finger against his lips not allowing him to say a word she wants it silent. She moves in front of him and takes his hand and pulls him up takes him and pushes him onto the bed she leans over and starts to lift his top up as she doe...
I lay there, pretending to sleep as I heard him walk into the room. As soon as he'd opened the door I could smell his warm, comforting and incredibly sexy smell waft over me. He straddled me, grabbing my head and kissing me gently on the lips. I still pretended to sleep, worried that he might stop this uncommon show of affection should I 'awaken'. I felt hi...
This letter contains a story about strangers having sex with my wife. If that sort of thing bothers you, please hit the Back button now. My wife is a beautiful woman in her early 30s with brown hair to her shoulders and full breasts. She likes to be reminded of our sexual adventures when I am out of town. This is one of my letters home. * My dear beautifu...
"Well spit!" Lynn cursed as the 8:30 announcement sounded. "I should have known he'd be a no show," she grumbled under her breath as she made her rounds. She heard the chimes ring, indicating that the library was now closed. As she chased the last of the students out the doors, she locked them and turned on the security alarm. Then she stomped back over to t...
Christopher Richman. He was without a doubt the most irascible, intractable man she had ever known. Why else would he persecute her so, skulking around her stage door, always with that same amused smile lifting the corners of his immaculately trimmed mustache? They'd hardly spoken in over a year, so what had excited this new attention, this grand patronizi...