You are always so good at making lists, Becca! This is a compliment I hear a lot from colleagues and friends alike. Always meant sincere, it does have a backhanded element to it. It labels me organised, bureaucratic, predictable. Rebecca, the Excel Queen. Rebecca, mind you. Not Bec or Beckie. Not Becca, either. But people are so quick with shortening my na...
Shivering, she kneels next to her bed naked, head down, silk scarf around her eyes, her hands behind her back, awaiting his arrival in her room. Hearing the roar of his chopper as it pulses down the road, then sudden silence, sends heat through her body, settling in her loins. Boots scrape on the stairs as he makes his way up to her. She smells his musky odo...
Part 9 The True Beginning I woke up, feeling very well-rested. I rolled over and looked at the clock; a little before 8. Dimly I started to recall that it was Monday, the last day of the long weekend. Normally that thought would consume me with a vague sort of depression at having to go back to work after three days off. Today it was a non-factor. As my wak...
Alexis had long ago resigned herself to the fact that she housed two minds in one brain. One was an analytical machine that could spit out data and make tough, quick accurate decisions. It was this section of her brain that made her such a powerhouse at Clark, Kennison and Larimore. She had risen up through the ranks from a simple staff accountant to the top...
“Let me see the soap.” Was it his words that ricocheted, or the slam of the front door behind me in the tile floored entry? “Place it on the dining room table, and then come in here to me.” My high heels clicked on the floor as I tried both to respond quickly, and yet appear cool and in control. He was waiting for me, standing in front of his customary c...
She never took her eyes from him. He entered as he should, wearing only ankle and wrist cuffs. They were the beautiful set she'd had fashioned for him. The leather soft and supple, they fitted him perfectly, no studs or adornments of any kind, he needed none, he was a beautiful man a delight to behold and the simple elegant cuffs he wore signaled for all to...
'Where...am...I...' As my eyes slowly adapts to the bright light shining above me, I look around in attempt to assess the current situation I am in but to no avail. Apart from the single spotlight above my head, I was surrounded by darkness, bound to a chair with my hands tied behind the chair together and each ankle to each of the chair legs. Finally grasp...
For Kari, who inspired it. The rope which holds my collar to the eyebolt in the floor is short; about thirty centimetres. If I pull my head back I can see it looped through the bolt. Just looped, the knot is at the collar end, where I cannot get my teeth to it. I can't get my hands to it either, because they are bound securely behind my back. But it's that...
Seer/Domme maintained that the male’s shape-shifting lower appendage gave the lie to all his inner secrets – his mute, dangling antenna, in its inevitable swellings and shrinkings, rendered him both vulnerable and transparent, easy pickings that She candidly monitored at will. She further held that the male's essence was in his genital flow, that for him to...
She had strong working woman's hands. This was one thing he immediately noticed about her when they met. It didn't really occur to him why this was appealing, but he felt it nevertheless. Watching her through the kitchen window, he found himself wondering again. They had both been in similar relationships before, she as the dominant, he as the submissive. T...