(Author's note: The following story was inspired by my good friend, QR – you know who you are) To say that I was apprehensive would be an understatement. It's true that I was once a submissive, but that was quite some time ago. I have been the Dominant in my relationships for so long now that I am more used to being in control, rather than being the one...
I walked into the cabin and smiled before looking back at Kiera and putting my finger over my lips. She nodded but looked confused until I stepped further into the room and she saw Master sleeping with Marta on the bed. Apparently, they had worn themselves out and had fallen asleep. We had decided to come find them when Peter stopped by the courtyard to tel...
My name is Gjin, I live in the paradise known as Viche, and I am a big bottomed slave girl. This is my story. My name was Emily when I grew up in a town called Windy Praire, on the Eastern edge of Viche, and I began developing the large hips and big bottom of a slave girl at an early age. Many of the boys and some of the girls would tease me about the large...
I arrived at Mr Grey's house on the first ordained day for my spanking. I felt butterflies in my stomach as I walked up the gravel drive. I had not been allowed to orgasm since the day before and I had emptied my bladder just before I left. I had been told not to use any make-up, had been instructed as to what to wear, including underwear much to my surprise...
Goblin's Note: This chapter is very plot-driven, so if you haven't read the previous chapters yet, I suggest you do so! Enjoy! ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ "Such a delight to see you again, Master," Scarlet said, her voice soft and delicately clicking like an old music box. The grapevine dryad wore a very dark red dress, along with a black cartwheel hat and veil. All...
DISCLAIMER: This novel will be MESSY. This is purely an experiment to get writing. I do not know where this story will evolve. It is something of a break from the massive series which I am also working on... but more of a forgivable weekly sprint to see where a story will take me. My goal is to publish every week. It's my challenge. This is not really...
My friend Miguel told me about the Happy Ending Clinic. We work together and one day he looked so relaxed, and at peace - really contented. I was curious, was he taking drugs? This was not the Miguel I knew. He was normally, shy and reticent and scared easily. He would often get teased by the bullies at work who called him a homosexual because he didn't see...
Mira cried her heart out, still laying in the bed; the same bed where she had committed the ultimate sin of adultery. As the sun rose, the high of lust wore off and she realised the gravity of the situation at hand. How was she supposed to face her husband? How was she going to live with this? How could she have done something so terrible? All these questi...
Mark suggests they stop off and pick up something for Freddy. "We can't show up empty-handed." "You're right. What's on the menu?" Jenni asks. "I don't know, but I know it's a big production, whatever it is. He's been planning something special for a few days," says Lizbeth. "He's so good! Maybe we can bring him flowers? People do that for hosts, right?"...
A few months after my Atlantic City trip I came to a fateful decision, I asked Todd for a divorce. He was shocked that I would do so. I tried again, to explain to him the sad condition of my existence as his wife. Again, he refused to give credence to my concerns about the lack of affection I felt I was receiving from him. Todd finally accepted that our ma...