Highly readable account of a pixie-ish home decorating diva who, along with a woman carpenter friend works to satisfy her master, the narrator. M/f+, BDSM, lingerie, toys, consensual, exploit, humiliation, reluctant. Girl on Girl. (A little bit of spoof here of home decorating shows that ran in early 2000's... ) *** About 30 minutes later, I started downs...
I saunter into the Torture Palace, I nod to the subs cuffed in the dungeon pit. My eyes resting on one, I nod, he walks to me and I escort him to my chair, where he kneels at my feet. "Please would you be so kind as to bring me a teapot of boiling water, a tea strainer, a silver spoon and a cup and saucer? I prefer the white fine china service." My full dee...
Prologue Part 1 of this story introduced Scott Walker and Ava Booker who met at lunch in a mall restaurant when Scott took the last seat at the bar next to Ava. He was a manager at a large pharmaceutical company in town and Ava was an assistant to a vice president at a large advertising agency. They both had come to the mall to do some Saturday shopping and...
Tim looked at the shiny plaque outside the door and his heart sank. He was pretty pissed that it had come to this, that his wife had sent him here of all places. He supposed it was to do with her strict catholic upbringing that she just didn't understand him - or even tolerate him - at all anymore. It wasn't always like that, she was fun once and liked to tr...
Carina falls further under James' overwhelming spell. Chapter 3 Thank you to those who vote, submit email feedback or leave comments. It definitely makes this more fun to read your thoughts. I hope you enjoy reading this chapter as much as I had fun researching and writing it. ****************** I opened my eyes and it took a second to orient where I...
Silenced She was accustomed to being bound by then, tied to the bed-frame in a position of his choosing, to be taken and used however he wished. She even enjoyed it; so thoroughly possessed and so completely pleasured, until the memory of fear was long past. With him, it was safe—and so good she ached for it. So she didn't resist at all when he undressed h...
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...
Note: This is a true story. Ten years ago, I was on the road one or two nights, every week. I was 45 at the time and in a marriage that was emotionally and sexually dead. I was glad to be able to get some time away. I met up with a gal online, who lived in the area I was working in. She was the same age as I was, recently separated and as they say, on a mis...
******************* Copyright jeanne_d_artois September 2008 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. ******************* The main attr...
The masseur looked up as the Sandy came in. He had seen her around the club before, but never here in his private massage room -- and here she was, dressed for her work, but with her hair still platted from her morning run. Simon, the masseur explained that it was a service that he provided for those special ladies - those who had come for refreshment and r...