Author's Note: Based on the Spirit Tracks time line, roughly seven years later. With great relief and exhaustion from a tough session of training, Link made a dash through the halls of Hyrule Castle. Although he seemed to be alone, his movements were being dutifully noted by the one floating overhead. "Well, well, what do we have here?" Zelda observed Link...
This is one more entry in a dairy I keep about my experiences, and before I begin I would like to thank Laurielou for her editorial advice. Heathrow Airport, June 18th After vacationing in England for two weeks and eager to continue with the next leg of my trip I was headed to Amsterdam and from there to Madrid and Rome. I took the tube to Heathrow for my...
Sarah and I had been fighting a lot lately, but nothing like this. I'd put up with so much shit and I finally vented my feelings the day before my birthday, exploding in anger, calling her out on every single thing she did that pissed me off that I had bottled in. Rather than react in anger, she stood there smirking the entire time, occasionally laughing....
The Locksmith Shop This is a continuation of my previous story, the Locksmith, where I am trapped in a metal chastity cage by a broken lock. We called the local locksmith, but instead of helping me out of my predicament, he unlocked both my wife's and my sexuality. Amy and I had a sleepless night. After Amy sobered up we talked nearly all night. It seemed...
Sarah waited at the door. Truly, she had not taken much time to prepare herself. In fact, she was the one among the three girls that had taken the least. Indeed, even though she had had the desire to degrade and humiliate for years, she had never nurtured the fetish, and never developed crueler and crueler ideas about it. The idea of jogging and getting hers...
She honestly could not breathe this time. Her hand flew to her throat as she felt herself strangling on more of those damned tears. Panic rose in her mind as she struggled to force oxygen past the lump in her throat. Was this how Geoffrey had felt in those final moments? Her vision blurred even more. Was it from tears or the lack of oxygen? What did it mat...
Jack had just started his Summer holidays from University, in September he would start his final year. He would have to study during his holidays, but he would also help mum around the house. He had the grass to cut and keep the garden tidy. Jack lived with his widowed mum; his dad had died three years ago, mum was an Accountant, she worked in a bank, she wa...
This is a story about my true self, Mistress Elana. A story of seizing the moment and taking a risk, and ultimately a story of exploring one's hidden desires. It's the story of how I brought a princess to her knees. She is down there right now. Licking my foot, moaning with pleasure as I allow her the honor of placing her needy lips on my divine skin. This i...
8 - Valentine's Night Massacre: Mackenzie's place was a long-term serviced apartment in Chelsea. Basically a furnished one bedroom flat but with a hotel's hot and cold running housekeeping. Mack and I had met on one of my first jobs for the TSG. I'd been attached to the Foreign and Commonwealth Office and posted to the British Consulate in Houston, Texas....
Maatis stood on the viewing platform, looking at his feet or the gilded edge of the stage; anywhere but the women standing before him. With a little bit of courage, he peeked at their beautiful feet or their shapely legs. Maatis knew better than to be hopeful of the women passing by, picking their men—hopeful that the rest of them was the same. The scent of...