Kim Preston strained against the bonds holding her in place. She had begged to be in this position. She had confessed to Ron that she loved to be abused and treated like a slave and he took her at her word. They had a long talk and she consented to everything he would do to her without reservation. The safe word was always at the back of her mind, but she ha...
Ron a good old country boy, who worked in construction, building condos on the beach. He was in excellent shape, always working out and eating nutritional meals. Ron was over 6 feet tall, athletic build, wash board abs, his body was ripped. He'd played college football, until a knee injury ended his playing career. One day at work he started feeling bad, i...
The next few days were boring. Ron took Emma to a flat in Kensington where he listened to an Asian gentleman sodomise her, then urinate on her. He took Vicky to an outcall in St John's Wood, near Lords Cricket ground. The customer was really old and seemed like a nice guy. He'd bought her a grey and white Hermes scarf as a present, that Ron thought was hideo...
Chapter 19 I couldn't close things off as quickly as I thought I'd be able to, so there's actually two more chapters after this one. I hope everyone's staying safe with all the pandemic stuff going on. Ron was tired and hungover in the morning. He was careful as he drove to the West End. He would be minding a man called Ramesh for a few days, until the...
Many thanks to those who offered comments and constructive criticism on my previous stories. For those who want to say this or that would never happen, remember this is my universe, a place where nearly anything can, and often does, happen. At least on paper... To fully understand the context of this story, I suggest you read "An Ounce of Prevention" and "...
When Ron got to the house in Belgravia, there was no answer at the door. When he looked through the front window, the front room, which had been looking more and more like a pigsty the longer the Russians stayed there, looked pristine and clean. He tried the mobile number he had for Alexey, but it appeared to be switched off. He rang Toby. Toby didn't know w...
“One human being, when you think of it, means nothing more to another than a string of similes.” Robert Musil Ron works at the Wilbur Mills Dogfood Company. He is a lifer. It is good work, solid work, the kind of occupation that at the end of the day, you might not feel as if you had finished a novel, or painted a chapel ceiling, but you know you put fo...
Some readers made it clear that my effort to tell a story from the woman's point of view in the first chapter of "Sharon" was less than successful. While I'm loath to continue in error, I did leave the story hanging. What follows is the conclusion of Sharon's story. This story mentions some real organizations, institutions, and places. They are used here fic...
An Ounce of Prevention I've read several stories where a woman's boss tells her husband he is going to fuck her. This is my take on that theme, which includes a reference to my "Revenge in Advance, A Sequel" series. I'm already working on a followup to this, by the way. As usual, constructive comments are welcome and please remember, this is a work of fi...
That afternoon, Ron found himself doing his first bit of what he thought of as proper work. Ibrahim and the chaps had decided to go to Knightsbridge to shop. They spent a large sum of money in Harrods and in some of the designer clothing shops on the Brompton Road. With their abundance of shopping bags, and the expensive and highly visible watches they all s...