i kneel, meditating, clearing my head, losing the work day, the car trouble, the angst over the lost time in the afternoon. i concentrate on the music, smooth, ethereal, familiar, pulling me right where i want to be, ready to serve, ready to listen, ready to obey... ready, unfortunately, to receive the punishment that i know i have coming to me. i've been d...
(Although the silk and training stories go together, they are not written by the same person. The silk stories are written by Norma Jeanne. The diary stories by silk herself. This is a two part story. This story is from the slave's perspective. The other part of the story is from the mistress's perspective. It is Training Slave Silk, Ch7, by norma jeanne. It...
I walk through the front door and heave my backpack into the corner. "Are you here?" I call to the quiet house. "In the bedroom" you call. I walk through the house, and find you standing in the middle of the bedroom, wearing only a black silk under bust corset, matching thong panties, and opaque black lace top stockings, and looking self conscious. "I'...
We have been heading out of town, north on the interstate for 25 minutes. It's a clear warm day and I have the top down. You sit beside me in a short white skirt with a light blue Lycra tank top. You're wearing white lace thigh highs and 3 inch white heels. You hair is tied up in a pony tail and your red lipstick is bright and thick. "Spread your legs and p...
It seems as if it has taken forever to get to this point. I have teased, fondled, and satisfied you. Finally it's my turn. I must have you inside me. You turn to me, finally I can see the need, the want in your beautiful, soulful hazel eyes. "I want you," I hear you say in your southern drawl. "I want to hear you moan. I want to hear you beg for me." I wra...
Dear Reader, This short story is my way of paying tribute to a British actress -Joyce Grenfell. A gifted musician, talented film actress, witty & entertaining writer and of course, Queen of the comic monologue - Joyce Grenfell was a woman of many talents. In the 50s and 60s she wrote and performed a number of comic monologues centred around a much harassed...
Emma was a princess in pain. Her mother died four years ago when she was 15, she hadn't spoken sense. Her father currently was at war, her six brothers followed eager to prove themselves. "Emma! We're leaving now." The oldest said, giving her a hug. "We'll be back as soon as we can." The next promised. "Goodbye, sister." The next went on, hopeful pride...
10. Failed Chloe bent over a fresh towel on the arm of my couch, trembling with anticipation -- for all the pleasure she'd received today, she still hadn't had a clitoral orgasm, and now she knew I would give her one on top of the full-body variety Nia had just experienced for the first time. I suspected that while Nia had gotten her towel pretty wet from s...
On Monday, she came home. What Carrie hadn't expected was the police car at the front entranceway. She parked her own car and ran up the front path, turned the door handle then promptly crashed into the unyielding wooden door. Damn!" Hey you lot, open up in there. I'm home!" She banged on the door with her fists. It swung open and Carrie found herself st...
I had returned to work after my first nite with Ms Storm. The night she turned me from a young man to her slave. Ms Storm had came to my work place and had talked to my boss for a long time but I don't know what she told her but my boss, Ms Hunter, had talked to me like never before. Then I had been ordered to return to Ms Storm's house that night. Upon arri...