Chapter 4 -- In the Flesh Virginity can be lost by a thought. -St. Jerome Scratch's searching hand finally climbed her leg and began to worry at the tight knot that Catherine had wrapped her thighs into. After a few moments of trying to get in, he stopped bruising and raising the skin on her neck to murmur, "Open." Catherine's thighs parted, and Scratch...
I first saw the ad on the internet. The website was a listing of Dominant Women on the West Coast. Since I live in Los Angeles, I was checking out the pictures and information on local dominants. The one that caught my attention was unique. Madame Darcy was based in Paris. Her ad stated that she traveled to Los Angeles frequently and had family here. She re...
(This story assumes you have read the previous chapters) Mistress allowed my aching testicles to recover for a few days after Lisa crushed them under her foot. They still ache constantly but seem to be healing nicely. I have become Mistress’s personal urinal, as my mouth is now the only place she pees. Also Mistress has started storing her butt plug up my a...
Harriet's working morning swept by as it had never done before, such was her enjoyment at the level of entertainments brought on by her freedom. Customers who were vaguely aware of the previously insignificant girl, now eyed the confident woman who strutted about her business; the male quota feeling their cocks rise in admiration of this unexpected visual bo...
Authors Note: This is a continuation of the story Awakening. If you haven't, you may want to go back and read it first or you won't follow the story line as intended. ***** Ruth's daily routine changed radically after the incident at the pool. She used to come home from work, get some dinner, a glass of wine, and spend the evening watching TV or reading b...
He rode into our valley in the late autumn of 1882. I was a mere lad then, barely tall enough to see over the old hay wagon. In the clear Colorado air, I could see his progress a mile away. At first glance, there seemed nothing remarkable about him, just another stray rider taking the dirt road toward the group of frame buildings that was our little town. Th...
Natalie watched Jaime's hand glide into the clutch purse she had laying open on her dressing table and deftly slide back with a hundred-dollar bill palmed. He did this well because he did this a lot. She might have said something, but, standing behind the boudoir chair she was sitting in and hunched over her, he had one hand covering her left breast undernea...
Madison slowly regained consciousness. She gently shook herself to check if she was hurt – no pain anywhere except her head, which felt as though she was waking up from a night of heavy drinking. Yet she had only had a few drinks, not nearly enough to produce anything resembling a hangover. As she became more and more aware of herself she realized 3 things i...
The head secretary at Lakeville High School, Cindy Morgan, had been bugging Bret for months to take her sister on a date. But between football season and the tight pussies he'd been involved with lately, he hadn't found the time. To entice the coach further, Cindy finally brought in a photo of her sister, Kara. That's all it took. It was a picture of the two...
It was well past 9:00 p.m. when the phone rang about a week later. I was surprised to hear Mr. Damon on the other end of the line. "Chloe," he said, "Chuck and I have been discussing you here over drinks this evening and have decided we'd like a little more of your tight little cunt. Well, I've decided that. Actually, Chuck wants your mouth again." I was s...