"Ah well, time to get dressed!" Della giggled, looking at her staff with fondness. She tapped the fuzzy blue pom puff of the staff, which was once her lover's curly head of cyan hair. Once she did so, the staff was enveloped in a cloud of smoke, leaving it as nothing more than an earring. Della looked down at the funny piece of jewelry with amusement, taki...
Chapter One: The Peeping Step Dad I had just awakened with a middle of the night urge felt by many 50 something men – the urge to pee. I, like many men my age, have developed a larger than normal prostrate, which wakes me up at least once each night. And since I am in the middle of a total remodeling of the bathroom attached to the Master Suite in my 20 roo...
I met the Master when I first came to work for his company. He seemed stern and cool, but was very fair to me. I had started college at seventeen and finished early. By the time I was twenty-six, I was hired to be his personal council. My childhood was a nightmare and I think he became a father figure to me. Then he took me to Asia, and introduced me to the...
This is a continuation of the story. Chapter 2 was a year of change for everyone. The kinky Betty Bucher—Weather Girl became a widow. Her son, Robbie—my best friend, took a job in California after graduating from Princeton. Beautiful Carol (sister/aunt) became human (former real bitch) but still lives in Chicago. I became a civilian (Whew!!); got accepted...
Somewhere in the deepest recesses of my mind, I knew I had changed. The memories of being a different person were so faint and vague that holding on to them seems so impossible. Delicate as a soap bubble, illusive as a beautiful dream that starts to fade the moment of wakefulness, I can never fully recall who I was before I came to serve Him. Soft snoring r...
They walked a few steps more, until they had cleared the side of the store and were now fully at the back of the building which was secured by what appeared to be a large garage door. Where that part of the lot ended was bounded by a gas station, separated from the back lot by some short hedges. Across the street from the gas station was a six-story hotel. L...
Your darling sammich maker's late for her pig training, so I look her up in my phone. I don't know what pet name you have for your darling wife, but I have her in my phone as 'Gammon Wallet'. Me: 'WTF?' She has sixty seconds to answer, period. No excuses, no exceptions. And she's signed up to it. It's a respect thing; no matter what the little slag wagon's...
"Sit, pig." The man's voice was flat and firm. The woman he was speaking too, however, was no pig. She was surprisingly slender, wearing a floral print dress that accentuated the nice curves of her hips and high heeled sandals with cork wedges that made her legs look longer. Dark hair cascaded down her back. The only thing out of place was the leash connect...
She snatched the cool can of orange cream soda from the machine, popped it open and pressed it to her hot forehead, the bubbles hissing and tickling her brow. Screw him, she thought, opening her door and kicking off her sneakers. What the hell was Stu's problem? Fucking men. No. Scratch that. Take that back. Not "men". Boys. Nasty, dirty, sophomoric little b...
Note: This Story contains Themes of Humiliation, BDSM and Non-Consent/Reluctance. *** 1. Cinderella and the Royal Plight *** The Prince was gone again, he was negotiating with a nearby kingdom, he was to be gone for some time. Cinderella slept alone in her lavish royal bed, she tossed and turned, a vivid nightmare haunted her mind. The nightmare was not...