She was cooking dinner, waiting for her husband Mike to get home when she heard the special cell phone they had set up that was reserved only for him; her Master. Mike had been her loving husband for five years; both of them had married the day that she had turned eighteen, three months after he had turned twenty five. Before that they had dated for two ye...
The sequel and conclusion of the "No Longer a Game" story. I suggest you read that one first. Thank you. ***** Prologue - Natalie cringed on the floor, watching Lolth. The goddess was in her spider form, her body a glossy black, her eyes a burning crimson. She dangled upside down in the web choked room slowly spinning in place. Natalie made occasional f...
On the Prince's twenty-first Name Day, the cobblestone streets, worn different shades of grey from years of horse hooves and human feet alike, were strewn with bright pink petals as the entire city erupted in celebration. That morning, King Alexander and his wife Queen Alyise had led the Founding Parade. Soldiers lined in arrays fifty deep all marched in uni...
The Commandant lifted me from the pillow, but only to my knees. He used my hair like a leash and dragged me to the edge of the platform. I scrambled to my feet and sprawled on the floor as he went down the stairs. He brought me to the man I recognized as the one who shot Paul. His was a face I'd know forever, even in my altered state from the bowl of wine....
I was lying on the stone floor, looking at the cave's walls. The thought of spending the majority if not all of my life in this room frightened me. To never inhale fresh air again. To never see the sun again. I stood up and walked around in the room. Bologal would return soon and i wanted to explore the place I would most likely spend a lot of time in. I...
The classroom was filled with mostly sultry, rebellious, punk and goth young women ranging in age from 18 to 25. They were clad in copious amounts of leather and chains and too-little spandex, had ample piercings and tattoos, and each one of them had a sour expression on her face. None of them wanted to be here, but it was better than prison. A matronly old...
This story is a graphic tale of a Dom and his very submissive crossdresser. If you are offended by tales of BDSM and sex between consenting adults then read no further... other wise enjoy. Feel free to leave honest comments or suggestions, it really does encourage those of us who write to continue... ***** As I laid on the floor I strained to hear what m...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** Note: This story is entirely a work of fiction, and should only be viewed as a fantasy. Any similarities to actual events or people are entirely coincidental. All characters are over 18. ***** Peter wept on his mother's bed feeling violated and abused. The maid uniform still on...
Warning. The male is punished. He accepts this because he forgot something. If you can't handle being a shackle, spanked, and more then leave now. The men that read this will feel as if they are the King. ***** You are the King of your castle and have been away for a very long time. Doing kingly duties; from stopping wars to adding on to the borders of you...
Note to readers: things start getting a little crazier here. If "crazier" isn't your thing, please move on to something else that is more your speed. There's another category that might be a more obvious fit but I don't want to spoil the twist by putting it in there, so be warned: this is not just vanilla sex. ***** DAY 3 During the day, I had a few glimp...