Going for a nice, normal run and allowing myself to rest yesterday seemed to have had a generally calming effect, even managing to wipe away some of the crushing leftovers from the day before. I felt fairly revived, although the ominous truths surrounding my mysterious oppressor continued to gnaw at the back of my mind. Fortunately, mental gnawing was someth...
You notice that My favourite wine has run out and you should have replaced it during the day, but forgot. I always have a glass with dinner, and have done for as long as you can remember. Dusk is falling, and you know you are not allowed out when the street lamps are on, it happened once before and the thought of the price you paid makes you cringe. The d...
You watch as your friend stands up from the small restaurant booth and walks towards the washroom, then lean back against the soft leather bench, already bored with this place. What is taking the kitchen staff so long? You ordered nearly fifteen minutes ago, but there hasn't been a sign of your waiter since. You toy with your napkin idly, observing the other...
When Stephanie had finally cried herself out, David rose and leaving her where she sat, moved to the bathroom, where he ran a soft cloth under cold water. He returned to the library and gently wiped the tears from her face before handing her the cloth and instructing her to hold it against her eyes to reduce their puffiness and soreness. She took it grateful...
**Author's Note: This is the third installment describing Lisa's journey down the rabbit hole. All characters are fictitious, so they do some strange and inhuman things. There is bondage, pain play, and nonconsensual sex described in this fictional work, so if that isn't your thing please don't read this. I welcome constructive criticism; I'm undertaking thi...
Out to lunch alone, nose buried in a book, I almost didn't notice someone trying to get my attention. "Uh, excuse me, miss?" He reached out with a gentle tap on my shoulder. I jumped, squeaked, and immediately turned beet red as I looked up to meet startlingly blue eyes. He was tall, and had dark hair, greying at the temples. His face was covered with li...
My name is Michael, and I write for women! I write for women who fantasize of being possessed by a strong, dominant man. If you are a woman who fantasizes about being possessed by such a man...if you are a women who can imagine herself as the 'arm candy" of a man such as that, then read on my dear. In this story, and in my other posted stories, you are my...
This is a fantasy for those over 18. This is not real. Actions in the story could be dangerous if you don't know what you are doing. Know what you are doing or don't do it. Well it is never a good sign in your life if you're going on a blind date set up by your sister. Especially since childhood meant never turning your back on her. We had gotten to th...
Joanne came in from a long hard day at work. Checking the answering machine on the phone as she walked in the door, she noticed the light blinking and saw that there was one message. Kicking off her shoes, she pressed the play button. Upon hearing the recorded voice, she stiffened. This wasn't what she expected to hear. Turning quickly, she rewound the mess...
The lady driver of the school bus had no qualms in allowing both Penny and Cindy onto her bus; the two mature woman had been most persuasive and generous, in asking her to simply allow them board, then have her close the door and drive off, only to let them alight again just 50 yards down the road. Penny and Cindy highlighted their ascendence to the bus amid...