Note: This story is the twelfth installment in a series entitled "Brenda and Bobby". If you have not read the previous eleven episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter. This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly reco...
It was 4:26. He was bored. This job was not always this dull, but this week had been particularly slow and in his boredom his mind tended to wander. He was waiting to review the analysis report for one of the firm consultants. This was an irritating portion of his job, but it was his job and he had to do it. He ran his hands through his hair and leaned back;...
As we walk into my bedroom, the soft scent of my favorite perfume assails your senses. You love the way the candles flicker, throwing muted shadows over the silk sheets of the turned back covers. You notice the selection of oils and flavored rubs setting on my nightstand. Turning back to me, you smile as you can see the yearning look in my eyes. "I love to...
It was late the next day when Cwen journeyed to the house of her brother-in-law. She rode alone on horseback, as the light was fading, snow falling softly upon her and upon the enormous trees, almost black in the twilight. Alone in this silent landscape, darkness beginning to surround her, she felt afraid. A brave woman, well used to this harsh landscape and...
She attempted console herself as the plane began to descend and calm her rattled nerves. 'It's all right, everything is fine. Everything is under control. You've been here before.' Pursing her lips, she blew out a slow stream of air. She wondered what she would say the moment she saw her uncle, the notorious Renoldo Pezzini. She drew an absolute blank. N...
Despite the fact that she was in gaol, Mistress Nicola slept tolerably well, until about eight of the clock the next morning, when Bertram Thicknoll, the Chief Gaoler, awakened her and informed her that there was food here if she deigned to partake. Actually, in interests of perfect accuracy, Bertram rattled the bars and announced "Got summat fer brekfus' h...
Martin slowly opened his eyes and caught a glimpse of the clock on the bedside table. A momentary panic quickly subsided when he remembered it was Sunday and he closed his eyes and pulled the duvet up around his neck. As he lay there, drifting in and out of consciousness, he became aware of his morning wood throbbing hard and allowed his hand to drift down a...
Thanks for picking this story to read! This is part 2 of a true story - the first part appears in "Lovely Lynn at the Nudist Resort" so probably best to start there. ***** A few weeks went by since the day that I met Lynn, and she and I sent a few text messages during that time. Some messages from her were fun and flirtatious and some seemed a little coole...
She walked slowly along the side of Route 65, keeping her thin body just off the asphalt. The full moon gave her enough light to see by but she knew the way so well by now, she could walk it blind. Hunger gnawed at her. She needed to eat. It had been days. Finally, the lights of a car glimmered on the trees in front of her and she turned, extending her thum...
Anna was lying down on a grassy field - a section of the public park that was on the fringes of the city. It was early in the morning when Anna awoke. The first birds had begun to chirp, and the sky was just beginning to turn a light shade of blue. The street lamps were still on, casting their light onto the quiet roads in the quiet suburban town. Her hous...