She showed up at my door with her little bag of toys, wearing a ball gag and sporting a leather lash. She was mine, all mine. For a week I owned her, and she was mine. A week off work, and plenty of fun to be had. All mine. Hair pulled back tight – her ponytail burst of flame from the back of her head. Her eyes downcast. A choker encircling her neck with...
Red Sonja and the Ten Levels of Hell Part Three - Shadow Hell Once more Red Sonja experienced the flashing, spinning, vertigoes passage though the gates. The warrior woman took a deep breath and concentrated on the sensations and when she felt just the slightest change she orientated herself so she came through the gate on her feet with her sword drawn. No...
** This is Part 2 of a longer story. ** As if on cue, a big redneck looking guy walked over to our table. He was wearing a baseball cap with a confederate flag on the front and, no kidding, overalls. "Red" (we never actually learned his name) told us that he had overheard our conversation with J.T. He put two and two together when the three of us went int...
Copyright (c) 2013 Naoko Smith Many thanks to Bramblethorn for the continued editing, and diolch yn fawr! to Beatnic_jazzman's family for the help with the Welsh. Please leave comments and feedback for me so I know what works and what doesn't as I write up the rest of this story. This series will include two kinds of chapters: story chapters, called '(s...
Red sighed as she closed the door to the kid's bedroom. Asleep at last! It had been such a long day. She smiled to herself thinking of the evening ahead. Sparkie wasn't due home from work for about three-quarters of an hour, so she still had time to prepare. The smile spread further across her face as she pictured his face. Yes, she was sure he'd like her su...
The slave knelt in the corner of the dingy motel room with her hands crossed behind her back. She was whimpering slightly around the panties balled up in her mouth. She was naked, collared and plugged. She wore a light spandex slave hood with one mouth hole and two eye holes. Her owner had told her he had no interest in seeing her face during these sessions....
It was getting late as Red turned the key in the front door to their little terraced house. "That's strange" she thought to herself. The unusually eerie silence unnerved her. "Where are Sparkie and the kids?" She stepped from the street into their lounge and closed the door, her strappy heels clanking on the wooden floor. "Hello?" Red called out into the s...
A continuation of Natalia's story from Chapter 2. *********** Natalia steps through the front gate of her apartment complex onto the sidewalk. She takes a deep breath of the crisp morning air, running her hands along the goosebumps forming on her arms. Despite the cool weather, she spotted just her yoga pants and a sports bra, leaving her midriff exposed...
A tale of fiction about fictional characters. ***** Kitty Foreman was singing softly to herself as she straightened up the basement recreation room where her teenage son Eric and his close-knit group of friends seemed to spend the majority of their free time. It was a beautiful Autumn day outside and all of the kids were still in school on a Friday afterno...
(fictional story about fictional characters) Point Place, Wisconsin was basically a small, boring mid-West hamlet whose one claim to fame was that every July 4th it staged one of the most impressive fireworks displays in the entire state. The event was officially hosted by the Chamber of Commerce, but all year long every organization in town; from the VFW...