Arcadia Castle Ch. 11 Chapter 11: Arcadia Kennels Each of the chapters in this series may be enjoyed as standalone stories, but the events and characters are richer within the context of the whole story. ------- Cole was waiting for me just outside Mistress Claire's dungeon. He cocked his brow, amused, when I stepped outside completely bare-ass except fo...
Agnes was getting more at ease and confident controlling Jake's masturbation. She preferred to think of her actions, even the more risqué ones, as essential even if unpleasant elements in taming and controlling his animal urges. In her mind she often managed to find an ironic appropriateness that she was using those same urges and desires to keep them within...
Mrs Darcy was an imposing woman, beautiful and elegant, but strict and unsmiling. Dark hair and dark eyes. A hint of Irish in her accent at times. I had never met her before, but I recognised her from the TV. She had a recurring role as the vengeful ex-wife of the hero of a long-running period drama. She never smiled there either. She was standing behind me...
Miranda. One cool lady. She was the kind of co-worker you lucked into. Highly competent. Took care of business. Represented the firm with aplomb. She exuded professionalism. At twenty plus years younger than I, she carried herself with a pert self-confidence. She could be flirtatious and sexy when she chose to turn it on. Her persona was an amalgam of an i...
Dark stage as the lights come up to reveal a spacious bathroom in an obviously upscale house. The audience views the entire play from the other side of the vanity mirror. The back of the vanity, a double sink job, faces the audience. There's a toilet stage right, an impressive shower stall with enough room to hold ten people, and a walk-in sauna stage left....
1 September. We see each other again after far too many months apart. On our way toward the Badlands, before we leave town, we go shopping. We have to make several stops among the many sex shops on 82nd Street before we find everything we're looking for. We talk in the car, but mainly there's just a car full of tension, and quiet anticipation. It's too muc...
(written by my lovely angel, Diana after the scene described herein) * She hung there in a state of complete depletion, the fact that the phrase itself was an oxymoron not escaping her notice. The mental exhaustion was almost harder to bear than the physical exhaustion, which was strange because she'd always considered her strong mind one of her best asset...
Nibs wearily tried to stay polite with the touron on the phone. Nibs, since childhood had referred to most of the tourists who came to the Colfax Inn as combinations of "tourists" and "morons", thus "tourons. "That's right sir...We are near Lake Colfax. My family has owned the Colfax Inn since the seventeen hundreds...No, that's the Buttermilk River. Yes,...
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Angie Sloan went home that afternoon QUITE happy, knowing that she had altered her neighbors' marriage for the better. She also knew that she was getting BOTH a slave and a Master out of this, since the newly emancipated Allan Dumont had proven more dominant than expected. It had simply taken the right kind of persuasion, in the form of an 18 year old lover...