Another reoccurring dream my slave sara told me. It was a Friday, not just any Friday but the third Friday in the month to be factual, the day the slave auction bursts into life. How did I know, I was up for auction and was delivered the night before? Nothing was ever forced and the bulk of the 15 up for sale today have all volunteered and could walk awa...
An elfin figure stood in the corner of the room, fidgeting restlessly from foot to foot, knickers tangled around her slender ankles. Hands on head, fingers twisting short blonde tresses, even white teeth gnawing at her bottom lip. Her short flared skirt had been flipped up and tucked into a thin silver belt to reveal the burnished skin of her pert bottom rad...
First kiss, first fuck, first this, first that. They say you never forget your first time. Firsts create memorable imprints that often remain with us forever. Whether you lull in the warm glow of your embellished memory of that first time, like I'm doing here, or cringe in embarrassment at the fiasco is not the point. Either way these experiences can have a...
He's going to be caned this morning, they both know it. He's ok about it, wants it for sure but has never quite known why. This is not a punishment, but part of a ritual that has come to be followed on the rare occasion he and his wife get the house to themselves; it never used to be like this. His preparation is the removal of every hair that would normall...
The California sun basking the home in rays of light the front door to professor Lisbeth Duncan's house opened. Hearing the noise of conversation her student Tracy looked out from the openings of the puppy cage. Placed just around the corner from the kitchen in the laundry room of her home it would take but a few steps or so and the group of women would see...
You arrive at the restaurant dressed as I instructed: dark skirt to mid thigh, sheer white blouse, black lace bra and thong, garter belt and stockings, boots with at least 2" heels and, since it is winter, a jacket or coat. You walk into the bar area, fully aware of the eyes of every man (and several women) following you across the room. You order a drink (t...
Don't miss this modern fable. It's a fictional story, has nothing in common with reality. Please don't suppose anything; I give you only original stories. For local flavor, I used English and London words and phrases. (Example bare means a lot, fag= cigarette.) ***** First chapter For today we have two couples who lived in Chiswick, where rents are high...
PaPa seemed to be away more and more again, his company had just bought another one and he was in European offices a lot more than his local one in Leeds. He had even told MaMa he was thinking of moving the family into Europe but it was just between those two at the moment. He also said he would take the family away with him some times, but so far nothing...
As Mistress Sharon has requested, a written story... THE FIRST MEETING MISTRESS SHARON sends out a late night text that her new submissive has been waiting for anxiously all week long as he sought to prove his obedience and worthiness. "Congratulations, sub! You have successfully completed your probationary period...official training begins in the morning...
"Hello? Anyone home?" I called out, hearing no signs of the children, nor Mr. M. In the distance I could hear Mrs. M click-clacking in her heels in the dining room. I found her fixing a martini from the bar. "Oh hi, Mrs. M. Are the kids on a playdate? I didn't have anything in my calendar." "No, Mr. M took them to the museum today so...