Patricia Maria Summers - I repeat those magical words like a litany when I am alone at night. Rarely does it happen that I am alone, and even rarer are those occasions when I am alone and conscious. But in those few moments of lucid solitude I remind myself of who I am, rather who I was. Nobody calls me by my name anymore. "Come here girl" is what I hear m...
Amanda stood on the back deck of her bungalow peering over the flowers and shrubs that she had diligently nurtured over several years. It was practically all that she had cared about since her divorce and her life alone. She needed a change for a few days and called her lifelong friend Penny to invite herself for a visit to the big city. Penny, noting the C...
I had always loved dogs growing up, especially puppies. I guess that's why things took the turn that they did with my first live-in boyfriend, Homberto. He was Hispanic and sexy, just the way I liked my men. He enjoyed my wide blue puppy eyes. I was using my thoughts to get what I wanted from him. I was begging him to take control of me as my master. I neede...
Note: This is a stand alone story. Just one of the many short stories with in Random Bits. Multiple: Owner's Bitch No matter where he went she was there, ready to do what he wished. Does she love him? No, not in the way any regular person would view it. She only sees herself as alive when she is in his presence, doing as he wishes. Only then is she able to...
It's a typical weeknight. We retire to the living room after dinner to watch a little TV, enjoy an after-dinner drink and smoke, and chill out until bedtime. But tonight I see my lady slip away to the patio, pipe in hand, to enjoy a different kind of smoke. When she comes back in, I notice a change. A lassitude has overtaken her. Her eyelids are heavy and s...
I didn't see Holly again that semester. Nor did I see much of Marie, who, it turns out, met a guy at the very party where I had my encounter with Holly. She had started seeing him seriously and I didn't get much face time with her for most of that school year. So, despite an exciting beginning, the rest of my year was shaping up to be pretty mundane. But th...
She wakes up after a restful sleep, the morning light streams through the bedroom window. For a moment she is disorientated and confused. She realises she is no longer wearing the blindfold and is grateful she can see again. She looks down, she is lying on a large cushion on the floor and is naked apart from a pair of mittens on her hands. Why didn't she sle...
As always, thanks to my editors, 'LadyCibelle' and 'Techsan', who make my stories a much better read. As a young man in my twenties I've always wondered why people got married. Other than my parents, most everyone I knew had been divorced. A lot of them more than once. The two most common causes for the divorces was cheating and money problems which turned...
Slave is puppy trained Mrs Watson was shamefully sitting in her classroom, without panties. Every one of her students knew she wore nothing under the short skirt, which added to the humiliation. She squirmed on the hard seat, grinding her pussy into it. Knowing the seat would show a wet sticky stain when she stood up, made her squirm and flow all the more....
His large hand traced her cheek, wiping away her swollen tears with his thumb. Her hair was disheveled, a long brown fury of tangled strands. Nakedness felt good against his clothes, the way it scratched against her nipples when they wrestled or how it pressed against her sore bottom when she sat on his lap to talk. Yet, earlier today, through all of her ha...