Chapter 1: How the Program works - exam, selection, installation, observation and accessories The Headmaster of exclusive Ansonia Academy was sitting by the fireplace in the Faculty Lounge with his younger colleague from a sister prep school in New England. They were drinking sherry at tea time, alone. In his mid-forties, the Headmaster was wiry, with stiff...
An intense thread on the Sexual Role Playing Boards of Literotica inspired this story. Special thanks to my co conspirator rhev, for helping me develop this random thought into something worth typing. In my word processor this story occupies 37 pages, and the story does not have a clear cut happy ending. Enjoy, but for now I consider these characters to have...
* * * Christine dipped her finger into the wine glass and with it drew a large, wet heart on her lover's stomach. "The difference between my love for you and yours for me is, as I see it, that mine IS conditional. I don't want unconditional love. I can't respect it because it's too much like worship. No, I prefer to be loved conditionally. Attach strings to...
It had been a week since Angelica had given William's father and brothers a warm welcome home. With the help of her succubi brews, Angelica had given birth to all but two of the brother's children, both births being of quintuplets. And because William's father, Arthur, had moved her into his room, every morning he fucked her and filled her with his massive l...
The Morning of the Night Before Or A Fair Woman Throws Me a Lifeline He sits in the funky, homey café, surrounded by young families with fussy children, Mexican lovers, an overweight white couple. The food is hearty and plentiful, conducive to the large framed clientele. His ravenous appetite is sated and the sexual yearning so rampant a few hours before li...
Now, I want you to imagine I'm in your bedroom with you right now. I'm fully dressed, but you're wearing something skimpy. Maybe a nightdress, or just underwear. Maybe just a man's shirt and knickers. Something that turns me on enough to grab you and turn you over my knee, anyway. I take you by the upper arm and pull you towards me - not roughly, but firmly...
The first lash comes down and I cry out "one". The agony in my voice is exaggerated. The tool of choice today is a cane, and though it delivers my least favorite sensation, the first one is a warm up and barely inspires a jolt. However I dare not let on to my indifference, as there are nine more to go and goading him on before he's even found his rhythm wou...
You tie my hands behind my back, wrist to elbow, and attach my thigh cuffs. This is in addition to my wrist and ankle cuffs, my O-ring gag, and of course, my collar. You put the blindfold on me and lead me into the bedroom. You push me, lying face down onto the bed and I feel a rope wrap around my hair, which is pulled toward my arms, still pinned behind me....
Punishment. For what you ask? For simply forgetting to dump out the coffee pot and clean the maker. Ugh... so stupid... So Boss comes home from work fully expecting the house to be clean, the only thing I didn't get to was the coffee pot. Boss had had a party last night and I was busy all day trying to clean it up. It didn't matter though. Boss expected it c...
It started with an innocent compliment via text. Friends of friends, they had recently been put back in touch. Clearly each had kept the others phone number - she knew why she had.... But wondered if his reasons were equally as debauched. They texted back and forth, innocent newsworthy nuggets at first but quickly the chat turned flirty. The next day, flirt...