Preface and disclaimers: I wrote the 3rd story first with no plans to write more. But I like Cindy and decided to add more. It became obvious that I needed some background. As I wrote the background it took on a life of it's own now labeled parts 1 and 2. The voice is Cindy's. I edited minimally at her request. Ok? Part three is where I come in. I wrote it...
An account of a young man who visited an adult bookstore and agreed to be bound into a set of stocks. A stock is a 17th /18th century mechanism where a board has three holes spaced apart and split so a persons head and hands can be firmly secured. Usually the person was being punished in a public area for some infraction of the community’s social or criminal...
I was in a lovely dream. In my dream, I was bound to the four corners of the bed and someone was using their tongue on my clit, bringing me close to orgasm. The dream was so hot, I couldn't help but squirm. I opened my eyes to realize that it wasn't a dream. I was indeed bound and there you were. Your hands held my hips firmly, keeping me from moving, while...
This is part one of a two part storyline. Each part is a story in of itself but each might not please everyone's personal taste, so I chose to separate them. Please let me know what you think. I enjoy reading all feedback. Also don't forget to vote for me. I appreciate your reading and voting on this and any of my previous and future works. Jane) The time...
i kneel, meditating, clearing my head, losing the work day, the car trouble, the angst over the lost time in the afternoon. i concentrate on the music, smooth, ethereal, familiar, pulling me right where i want to be, ready to serve, ready to listen, ready to obey... ready, unfortunately, to receive the punishment that i know i have coming to me. i've been d...
1 Mistress Anne and her pet Autumn had been at the party for an hour. Anne was wearing a leather bustier that served to exaggerate the already impressive smallness of her waist and large, attentiveness of her breasts. She was wearing a very short cotton skirt that did nothing to hide her long, flaccid cock. There was no reason for her to hide it; she had en...
Continuing the story of Kyla's in laws, Margarite and Eric, and their housekeeper Nicola. A few days after their amazing session, having repeated it every evening with some small variations to keep it interesting, Eric arrived home early after a fire alarm had cleared his office mid afternoon. He walked in the front door and through to the kitchen, half ex...
Shawna awoke in Darren's bed naked, sore, and deeply content. Darren slept beside her, his sleeping vulnerability showing no trace of the secret man that lived inside him. That was one hell of a first date, she thought. It still is, I guess. At dinner, they had talked about what being a submissive meant to Darren and what was now required of her. Some thin...
Battle of the Bulge I turned my bone into a substance as hard as stone. I kick telephone poles. I stand on the elevator. Floors ding. The elevator falls down the floors. I think about all of the poles I've kicked. My fists clench. Wooden hand-hewn columns depicting ancient wars. Kicked! Hand carved statuette of the Devine Power. Kicked! I have severed false...
I looked at the water melon seed, torn pineapple fiber, and indescrible brown goo. A handful of tropical warm ocean water lapped onto the blue air mattress and washed it all away. It was gone again. I heaved again. Only stringy, white spit came out of my mouth. Over the last hour, the fare had become less interesting. The sick pain in the gut had turned into...