"Can you hear me?" the lady was talking rather so loudly. Attilius was back in his seat, her staring at him. "Is it taking you over, yet?" Now her voice was almost trailing. And his was no more then a slur. Thinking to himself, Attilius had decided that it was the loto viola. He was beginning to have visions of his utter most desires. But it had felt so rea...
Chapter 11 – A servant’s pleasure The following morning was Sunday. As soon as both women were awake, Trish asked her Mistress for permission to relieve herself. Eve picked up her whip and had the servant follow her to the street. Fortunately the policewoman had no need to use it: Trish peed on cue and wiped herself off. It helped that no neighbors were out...
I came home unwontedly one hot midsummer morning, and found my wife fornicating with the servant. They saw me. They didn't stop. Didn't miss a beat. They just went right on fucking, feverish and rabid. They actually seemed to enjoy having me there, the hapless, helplessly watching cuckold, my presence seeming to spur them. Their cries grew louder, lewder a...
Chapter 18 -- Property without honor The next morning Maria Elena woke to the sound of the bolt that secured her cell door being unlocked. Immediately she scrambled to her knees and put her head on the floor, just in time to be in position for when the door opened. She was not surprised to see the Lord, the man who had both raped her but also rescued her fr...
The farmer could hear them coming. The thunderous claps of hundreds of hooves against the arid ground always signaled their inevitable arrival. The wooden house, although sturdy, shook as the sounds grew in intensity. The beams trembled; throwing dust down from the ceiling, and onto the four figures huddled against the wall facing the door. The farmer held...
Chapter 08 -- Servant Trish Trish woke up before sunrise the next morning. There was no alarm clock to get her up; but instead there was something worse: roosters. The neighborhood was full of them. Flora and Pierre, it seemed, had one of the loudest and most obnoxious roosters of them all: a bird that delighted in standing right outside the living room win...
"You have been summoned by the High Priestess." The High Priestess? Nizsm thought to himself. Why ever would she summon me? The elderly manservant clad in a long, clay coloured robe clarified his statement. "You are being considered to occupy a position as personal attendant to High Priestess Anhzeta." A look of surprise and confusion registered on Nizsm'...
Chapter 06 -- Slave routine Officer Eve Bousquet woke up just before sunrise. Trish was still asleep. That morning was the very last time she would have the luxury of sleeping while her Mistress was awake. Starting on Friday, she'd have to wake up and have her owner's breakfast ready and her uniform cleaned and pressed. However, there was no point of her ge...
Wendy put her hand into my hair and pulled my head up to look at her, "It appears that my boots are soiled, Dildo Whore. You better go get something to clean them up quickly or I'll have you use your tongue." I got up and quickly ran into the bathroom to get a towel. I returned to the living room and knelt by my mistress. Her foot was tapping and Mark was s...
Chapter 07 -- The Island The following day, Friday, was uneventful. It was typical for any day her Mistress had to work: Trish got up and served breakfast, then went next door and spent the day picking mangos and other fruit from the two yards. She learned how to cook a couple of new food items and how to wash clothes by hand. She served dinner at Flora's h...