A few days after your 21st birthday, a heavy, manila envelope lands on your doormat. There's no postmark, or even a stamp, just a strange symbol set into a blob of crimson wax sealing the envelope, and your name in a flowing, cursive script on the other side. You turn it over a couple of times in your hands, but no other distinguishing marks present themselv...
This is a continuation of my earlier story 'Prologue Ch. 02' It was 1:30 on Wednesday -- the time slave jim had been ordered to appear at Goddess Veronica's home to execute the slave contract and give the Goddess ownership of him. He had made the changes required in the written contract and had emailed it to Goddess Veronica. She had replied it was acceptab...
Miss Jenny and I entered the home and there was a sense of relief to be in our own house and only then did we communicate. I asked simply...did you enjoy yourself and Miss Jenny smiled broadly...his cock is so huge and he felt so amazing inside me...the experiences we are all going to share will be amazing slave and she hung on that last word for a bit. It w...
While neither of us slept great, we did manage to get a little bit of rest before we were suddenly woken up with Jen's phone blowing up. She checked her text messages to see that Brian had requested we meet in his office at noon today. He made it clear that unless there was an emergency or other, he would expect to see us both there. We were a bit surprised...
The entire crew watched the videos. After, they commented and theorized on it. It was generally agreed upon that if the small group of older people onscreen represented the whole of GB 1 and 2, they could safely assume that there was no physical danger to the crew. Unless the crowd went wild and tried to sexually assault them all, that is. "We're no strange...
Something seemed odd about him when he opened up the door to his apartment. Maybe it was something about the glint in his eye. Coat, scarf, shoes removed, I go over to him to give our usual kiss of hell. A small smile playing over his lips he says, "I got your collar." Suddenly everything is spinning. Yeah, we had discussed the idea of collaring as a joke...
Abigail stood in her living room, waiting. She had called her boyfriend Joe over. She had thought for some time now that he was submissive. Now it was time to find out. She was a knockout, much more attractive than Joe. She was about 5'7", with blond hair down to just above her shoulders, and piercing blue eyes. She hardly ever wore makeup-she didn't need to...
The sun's light was held in check by the billowy curtains that kept the bedroom dark for hours beyond the coming of the dawn. A single small ray split the otherwise quiet and dark room, coming to rest on the soft swell of her hip. The light was not bright enough to wake her, nor the heat of its caress. But it was enough to wake him from his sleep, drawing a...
CHAPTER 6: NEITHER WITH A BANG, NOR A WHIMPER As is always the case, various sections of the community clearly saw the danger early and did their best to warn the authorities and the people long before any official attempt was made to tackle the problem. And, as had always been true, by the time the governing bodies did stir, it was already too late. Media...
NOTE: Written by a foreigner who's definitely not anti-American. – E. G. * In 1944 the mid-west town of Tush had a population of 347 comprised mainly of military deserters, retired prostitutes, unemployed mailmen who'd found the cheapest place in the country to live, wife beaters on the run, women in black vinyl suits carrying chains and black whips, fugit...