I'd like to thank Randi for her editing skills. This story is not intended to be legally accurate. And it is a work of fiction, obviously. No real person, alive or deceased is depicted within it. Bradley Mertzmunn was irritated. He worked for the family business, and, once again, his boss, his own father, had sent him on a call that was not only unimpor...
Chapter Five - From the perspective of Alex 6:30 news comes on the TV, and I become absorbed in the program and my thoughts. The clinking of my keys knocked me out of my daydream. Sarah walked in, not appearing to be as stressed as usual. "Hi..." she said cautiously, looking around. "So... How was your day?" she said, peering into the bathroom and the...
This piece is a commission. All characters are over 18. It involves themes such as foot fetish, cuckolding, ahegao, hypnosis, non-con, and the mormon church. If you find any of that offensive or it doesn't tick your boxes this is probably not the story for you. I'll be using this account to upload commission pieces that have been requested of me. Generally,...
I arrive wheeling a metal case. I placed it on the table and opened it up. Inside were all manner of tools for the BDSM enthusiast. Blindfolds, whips, chains and handcuffs. A collar and ball gag for the more noisy women, enough for some interesting fun. Also were a rope, a spreader bar, and all the apparatus for a BDSM sling included. She was decidedly brav...
As she slid out of the shower, a bare five minutes of water, but still heaven to her aching, stressed body and mind, Angela sighed in relief. It was a respite from the madness of her new nightmare realm, a moment of normalcy under which she could forget the horrible tales of the crypt below, and the macabre art supposedly practiced there, as well as the frig...
Jack invited his friends inside for lunch. While they were eating sandwiches and chips, washed down with Colorado Cool-Ade (Coors Beer) Jack discussed his thoughts about a place for the two men to live. He said, "I hate to see all the empty houses here in town. I know there are several for sale and some for rent. You could buy a house and if it needed it we...
CHAPTER 3 The smell of Dannie's pheromones was making me giddy. It had been so long since I had last tastes sissy clitty; too long. My mind flashes back to boarding school, Gloucestershire. I was young, under age by English law. It was just after the summer play, and James had decided we should change costumes; boys wear the Shakespearean dresses of the gir...
Wednesday: Pam 9:12am: 'Give me your landlord's contact details, hobo-trout.' John 9:13am: *Landlord contact sent to Pam* Pam 10:30am: 'Nice man your landlord. We have a lot in common; mainly in agreeing what a total fucking gutter mallet you are! LOL!' John 10:31am: 'Can I ask what you talked to my landlord about, please, Pam?' Pam 11:33am: 'I told him...
Hitting the gym every night, eating exactly what her nutritionist had recommended to the crumb, and investing most of her money in skincare potions and rubs had recently become the centrepiece of Ezzi's after work activities. A string of failed relationships had given her self-esteem a large hit and she decided to channel that into sculpting herself a perfec...
Again, with thanks to DawnJ for her invaluable help with the editing The next evening, the party in the shop went well. I had a chance to meet all the volunteers and staff and as the drinks flowed, the atmosphere was great. When the time came for us to hit the local bars, Nicola asked Trudie to stay behind whilst she changed. I and the others went off to th...