Batman sighed loudly when his watch beeped nine pm. It was Halloween night and Josh, in the Batman outfit, waited at the suburban street corner to car pool with some friends to an underground party somewhere in the city. He had been waiting since a quarter past eight. His 'friends' had stood him up – again. Josh berated himself for getting his hopes up, he...
"It's funny how clothes set the mood," my Owner has mused, and he's right: When I am dressed according to his specifications, I feel more like my true self, his property, his "living fuck doll," as he once said to fluster me. He always instructs me in how to dress for him, but this time I was given a choice. I was to meet him wearing either fishnet pantyhose...
Author's Note: Cassie was played on Friends by the lovely Denise Richards. Just in case anyone forgot. I have ideas for two or three additional chapters, if people are interested in reading more of this short series. E-mail me and let me know. I especially like hearing from my female readers. :-) ------------------ Monica came in the door to their apartmen...
The next morning, both were up early. They had fucked through the afternoon, and halfway through fucking the pizza boy had rung the door, Angela just wrapped a bed sheet around her and went to collect the pizza, the swollen breasts and then exposing one as she took the box and paid must have given the boy good fodder for a night or two of masturbation. They...
Jake and Debbie were great friends. You could say they were best friends, except Debbie and Jake had lots of friends in common that could make the same claim. They all hung out together, ever since freshman year when they'd all met during orientation. They shared the same taste in everything; music, food, humor, smokeables, to name but a few, and they contin...
Hi, I want to share with you an experience that happened to me last summer. In this sunny afternoon, I walked for about fifteen minutes along the farm of my father-in-law to pick up some strawberries. I found lots of them and when both of my cans were full I stood up and as I was stretching myself I saw that my jeans were stained with many red spots, my hand...
The day after my last encounter with my Master was a hell of longing. I needed to be alone with my thoughts, to replay in detail every single moment, from when he appeared at the door to the sight of him putting his clothes back on before leaving. That last image shot pain through my heart, but it was part of Our time together so it was precious to me. The g...
Many thanks to all those who have helped with this story line. This is a first attempt for me to write from this perspective. * * * * * I looked up at the clock and was surprised to see that it was almost five. I hurried to get ready I had to be ready by six. I hopped into the shower, the hot water working the stiffness out of my muscles. I could feel the...
It was pouring and I was soaked through my BVDs. The cold early autumn rain was not an excuse. I had to deliver my Intro Psyc paper, which was already a day late. Dr. Psyc asked me to drop it by his home. Knock knock kno...the door opens and there was Mrs. Dr. Psyc, barefoot, jeans, sweatshirt covering her hands. I tried to hand her the paper, but she took...
A slight breeze blew through the garden, rustling the leaves in the trees and bending the stems of the tall flowers. A lamb lying down by the side of a small pond twitched its nostrils, but soon relaxed. This was about as rough as the weather ever got. The lamb returned to the flowers it was nibbling, unperturbed by the nearby presence of a lion on the other...