"Essential services, that's what I provide, like any good businesswoman, I know my clientele and their special needs," I smiled to myself as I read these words on the Temple of Noir website, which advertises my services to the entire world. There are a lot of Black dominatrix types out there but I, Mistress Shay Noir, am the only one catering to the hidden n...
Chapter Twenty-Two The lights of the library snapped on at once. Amanda sucked in air as the sudden change of scenery sent chills through her as her body readjusted. The book she had started to read lay at her feet, almost in the condition she found it in. She was dressed as she was before, but wrapped around her left hand, and tied at her wrist with a knot...
Our story begins in a city under siege by corruption and greed. The dark society plagued by crime and violence. The city of Feronis prays for a hero to answer pleads for salvation. Perhaps the answer to their prayers as the cries are heard by the amateur crime fighter called Fury. But where there is light darkness is sure to follow, and lurking in the shad...
He can sense her in the room as he always does when she walks in. He’s on his knees, eyes on the floor. He knows better than to turn around and look at her. He’s not allowed to look at her until she gives him permission. She stands behind him, watching him. She loves that he has no idea what she’s wearing. And has no idea what to expect. It’s the surprises...
It all started with an ad - 'Dom couple seek curvaceous sub. She's 24, he's 32. Both tall with dark hair and blue eyes. Mailbox 34861'. Who knew where it would end up, but hopefully it would stop the constant power struggles in the house. Nicole answered the door to find a beautiful dark-haired young girl in her late teens, her eyes looking down in submissi...
Cathy O'Niel copyright 2006 I cup your chin possessively in my fingers, and pull you to your feet. I slip your leather collar around your neck, and clip on the leash. I see your shoulders shudder at the sound of the leash. I know what that sound does to you, and I never tire of seeing that expression on your face; that expression of lust, submission, and re...
She is standing in the middle of the room, in a long skirt and tight, enclosing bodice. Her skin is pale, so pale. She seems so small I could break her with a finger, but I know this one of old. Hard as nails and stubborn with it. And today I'm going to make her scream for me. "Stay here," I tell her. "If you move an inch I'm going to send you straight hom...
Miss Oatlash sat in a booth in Mike's Diner, drinking coffee, reading the paper and saying "Hi" to all the old acquaintances who stopped by her table. Since she had left government work to head the Foundation, she found herself on more of a 'brunch and tea' schedule and, consequently, rarely ate breakfast at the diner anymore. It was nice to catch up with th...
The next morning, when I awoke, I began to plan what I would do on the day, as John had decided to attend an all-day seminar at a local hotel. While still relaxing in bed, I started to reflect on our recently re-activated sex life. For many years, we both had been so busy with our careers and raising our two kids, now out on their own. Sex had taken a back s...
At first, Amy wasn't sure what was happening. All she saw was both Jim the guard and Garry the stable boy, half naked doing something beyond the bed. But then she got the idea. She saw the dim aura of the mistress. She wasn't quite sure what the mistress actually was, but she knew that with her whole being she wanted to make her happy. Only at times that des...