I am a young woman, traveling with two of my friends. We are in Amsterdam, walking in one of the shopping streets just off the main plaza. Amsterdam is full of porno shops, what they call "Sex Shops." We have walked past several of them, each time daring each other to go in. Finally, we see one sort of down a narrow little alley off the main street, and deci...
Sophie Turner sat fastened to a hard metal chair, almost unable to move she glanced to her side trying to look around, surrounding her head were two curved mirror-like panels, below on either side of her legs were an array of needles, arranged in such a way to fit around her legs. She tried to yank at the restraints, grunting as she attempted to squeeze her...
Mia woke up with a start. She could hear cars passing the house and children playing off in the distance as she opened her eyes. The house was filled with the faint scent of oregano. She wondered what time it could be and tried to rouse herself from the awkward position she woke up in. With the one leg stretched over the back of the chair now completely numb...
The Interview: Friday, the 1st It all started innocent enough. I decided that I would investigate acupuncture treatment to help me quit smoking. I knew it was successful in treating some illnesses. I pulled out the yellow pages, let my fingers do the walking and set up an appointment. The appointment began with a questionnaire and concluded with an examina...
"Mistress, please may I have another", Mr. West says at the end of my black and white leather whip. Bent over a custom made black spanking bench, Mr. West is tied from his ball sack to a black leather strap around his forehead. I love the custom fit of the piece because any movement on his behalf and one of those two body parts get strained. It is fun to see...
The hospital smelled sterile and sickly except for the waiting room where Dierdre sat staring at a book and chewing her thumbnail. It smelled of coffee and humans and the pizza the family across the row had ordered after sitting for five hours. Dierdre closed her book and placed it into her shoulder bag, one of those patchwork mail carrier ones, and pulled o...
Mavika (The name on her passport was Debbie but she tried to forget it until her return to Singapore) was wearing Indian clothes for the second day in a row. She had met the Princess Kira in the morning and prince Kyrhan's wife had complimented her for the elegance with which she was wearing her saree. It was far from simple for an England born white woman s...
We ate a quiet breakfast; fresh bagels, coffee and the Sunday paper. Sharon and I sat at either end of the living room couch amidst the green foliage, our feet and toes often touching. After she’d gotten up and refilled our coffees, Sharon sat at my end of the couch and languorously wound herself around me. We seemed to fit so well together, there were rarel...
* This story is dedicated to Lisa* Prologue: Well it has been 1 month, 3 weeks, 5 days, and 17 hours since my encounter with Trent and I somehow knew that I wouldn't see him ever again and that it had indeed been a fluke. Izac was nowhere to be found, I am sure he has been talking to Emalee though. Part 1 "Mara!" Emalee throws her rag onto the counter...
The next night my ride came to the hotel again, and I was ready. I didn't wear panties this time. The driver was one of the male slaves. I knew him now, so I sat in the front with him. I pulled up my skirt and kept it up the rest of the drive so he could see me. We pulled up next to a Jeep of young males, and they beeped the horn, shouting and yelling and po...