How sure can we be about our eyes and what they actually see? You say you saw something 'with your own eyes.' But do you own your eyes? And will they show you tomorrow what they've shown you today? As Juliana entered the dining hall, something was different. Not so much the set up. It looked like just another dinner party held at the villa: half-nude wome...
"Maple Walnut" Katie woke in her warm bed from a tweet of her text. She sat up and put on her round glasses. She grabbed her rose smart phone from her nightstand and looked at the text. It was from Rosa, and she made a face about it. It read "16 days until Kendra's birthday!" "Dammit, Rosa!" She groaned, flipping over her green covers. She rubbed her flat...
Please read Day One for this story to make sense. Day Two-Morning A soft, unknown sound penetrated the barriers of my sleeping conscience. I awoke, slowly, limb by limb, and stretched each one to relieve the tightness in my body. Shivery tingles and strange aches in uncertain places served as a reminder of the previous day's ordeal. I woke, strangely comfo...
Part 2 – The First Client Despite all her preparation and training, Louise was remarkably nervous about receiving her first visitor. "I hope I do a satisfactory job," she thought, "I wonder if this first one might be a test, set up by the Institute to check that I am competent". The man was in his forties, a rather timid batchelor who lived alone after hi...
Nineteen-year-old freshman Logan sat restlessly on the edge of the doctor's examination table, in her campus's medical clinic at the University of Toronto. Her clothes piled on a wooden chair, her body feeling exposed and vulnerable beneath the thin medical examination gown they'd given her to wear. She wondered why she'd had to disrobe just to see the docto...
(note: Part I of the story appeared under the title "Woman in Chains") The Stones of Years ©2008 by Adrian Leverkuhn II "Most prisons are built of concrete and steel, you see," Misha Podgolskiv said, "but what of that prison we toil over all of our life, that prison of the mind we build within ourselves year after year, that prison which serves on...
It was snowing lightly the night Steve and I sat around in my hot tub, celebrating my late December birthday. We were smoking good cigars and drinking whiskey. We saw headlights pull up on the other side of my hedge, and it seemed like a car had parked. Soon our friend Sue came around the fence and said "I brought some champagne for your birthday, Kurt. I do...
Author's note: First, I would like to acknowledge and thank Wagoneer88 for his efforts in proofreading and editing this story. This is a continuation of a story separated into several parts. For it to make sense you really should read the whole thing, in order. Lastly, if you haven't read the Author's note at the beginning of Part 1, PLEASE do so. Peter...
As part of my employer's health plan, we are expected to get a full physical examination from time to time. My time came up, and since I'd only recently relocated to the area and didn't have a regular doctor, I made my appointment with their preferred clinic. It was good timing because it turned out to be a beautiful spring day, and after a long winter coope...
Some time after I finally saw the film, the infamous film of my stepmother's prostitution to an exclusive and cruel sex circle to save us from debt and poverty, I visited a sex shop in a big city in the south. Minding my own business, looking through the goods, I was surprised to hear a customer ask the staff for the sequel to Teresa's Torture! Initially...