The Earl of Crawford, known as Hunter, was so wealthy that he idled his time away in leisurely pursuits. His huge, dominating castle cast a black shadow over the vast, rolling fields of northern Scotland, where his serfs worked from dawn till dusk tilling the fields. He ruled as far as the eye could see, and owned every living thing within his borders. Due...
Everything happened just a few months before... Illegal slavery and trafficking had reached a peak never seen before and the American gouvernament was up to its neck with complaints for being unable to manage the situation and the resulting economical disaster. So nobody was surprised when she, the so hyped first female president of the USA, was forced to si...
The contract was not a contract. For one, there is no legal framework for one to give up their sexual rights. No court would enforce it; in fact, the law would likely take the view that she needed to be 'rescued'. Women are people now, not property. But she did not want to be a person. Second, by accepting its terms, she accepted that she would enter into...
Part I Fiona had allot to do so she moved at a busy pace; straighten up the shelves, change the phone message. She hustled now, sweep, count, pack, lock, grab her pack and out the door. Her dark ponytail swung about and brushed her bare shoulders, she felt free and sexy. She walked in a way that made her feel strong, she could feel the strength of her legs...
By an Apprentice of the Erotic Arts Well, our sexuality is such an important part of our being that discussion of it is bound to be complex: there are as many sexualities as there human beings. We are by turns tender, controlling, lascivious, manipulative, insecure and surprisingly fragile. Do I believe in love? Yes definitely, whatever love may be, as Pr...
The Chef becomes a Domme (The Dominatrix Series) I had been taking Dominatrix lessons from Mistress Katrina for months. Being an Alpha Female Russian woman, control came easily to me. I am, and have always been a healer, though. My intention is "Do no Harm", it is part of the Wiccan Crede. So my training had emphasis on getting the client to explore their...
A true story He is my touchstone. I am nervous, yes. Very. I try not to think about why I am here. Sitting at the back of the room on a bench, clinging to His arm, my hair is in a simple ponytail. I have no makeup on... it's not necessary. I will be wearing my hood. The workshop room is huge; larger than life posters of gorgeous people hang down from al...
I shifted in my seat, but it didn't really help. There was no way to get my six-two frame comfortably into seat 26B, which I'd already been squeezed into for an hour-and-a-half. Not even halfway there. Maybe I should shell out for Economy Plus on the way back? Leffing-Wright wouldn't pay, but with four days of expenses in Chicago, maybe I could bury the cost...
It's late, but not a long walk to your apartment. It's not a familiar part of town to you, but the GPS has yet to steer you wrong, and it's still moderately light out, in spite of the hour. A left turn here, crossing the street, and then it should just be a few more blocks until you're home and able to kick back and relax. You're dressed in normal attire, a...
You’ve got a freind named Denise, with a strong interest in the supernatural--something you have in common. At times, it seems she has a crush on you, but you’ve been friends for years. Besides, Denise was just older than you by enough that you figured she didn’t think of you that way. One afternoon, you knocked on Denise’s front door. When the door opened,...