Noon, a stretch of beach with less family and more college kids. From Nick's Corvette he used a pair of binoculars to scan the area. He spotted multiple volleyball games along a desolate portion of sand. Examining every outlet and the positions of lifeguards he points toward a game of jocks. There was a difference, this time there was another girl involved....
Th' expense of spirit in a waste of shame Is lust in action, and till action, lust Is perjured, murd'rous, bloody full of blame, William Shakespeare, Sonnet 129 Are some of us born more naked than others? Brought into the world ready to take in every criticism, suggestion, or unkind remark as gospel, increasing the shame and humiliation delivere...
What do you think of when you hear the word "control"? "Control" is used in many contexts these days: people try to "control cholesterol," there is "parental control" of TV channels, "controlled burning" of forests is debated, and there are the ever-popular birth, pest, and remote "control" options -– not to mention "control groups"! To a submissive like me,...
This is the sixth story in this series. I should stop but I'm fascinated with Denise Hines and her friends. I hope you enjoy them. This story will make much more sense if you've already read Her Second Job chapters 1 -5. While the series was inspired by things which really happened many years ago, this story is complete fiction. Any similarities between any...
In John Norman's series of novels about Gor, you learn about a counter-Earth where men reign supreme and women are, for the most part, slaves. While free women can be found, they run the constant risk of getting a collar. In fact, the majority of women who enter the series as free women end up collared and find it is their true nature to be a slave. It helps...
"Judith, you're awfully quiet tonight... is something wrong?" asked Mary. I heard her voice, but not the words. I was holding up a cute bra and panty set pretending to be admiring the sexy lingerie, when in reality my mind was a million - miles away. "I'm sorry - what did you say?" I asked my friend. "Sweetie, you've been distracted all night...your eyes...
In response to a couple of questions I have gotten, yes these stories are in fact true of my life experiences with my Dom. They are not going to be in chronological order necessarily, as I am writing the particular scenes that he requests of me. Hope you like this one too! ***** This time was not like the last. That was slow and careful, an exploration of...
It would be easy to say it all started because I needed a cheap sofa for my new house, but that would be disingenuous at best, a lie at worst. The truth is that I was drawn to the idea of a D/s relationship. In the distant past, I had stumbled on a website for women interested in the D/s lifestyle. Ever since, I spent every spare dime and hour living a vicar...
When Marie roused from her afterglow, he took her into his embrace, kissing her deeply with devotion rather than passion. The love he held for her was intense, not only loving her and her dominance of him, he also loved the adventures she brought into his life. His voice was somewhat surly when he spoke. "We should tie the little beast up and put her in the...
"Yes ma'am, I understand," Karie said to Mrs. Willcott over the phone. "I'll try my best. Goodbye." Karie was a young assistant professor of History and Women's Studies at one of the top universities in the nation, but as she hung up the phone and leaned back in the comfortable chair in her office, the world in which she lived seemed different, as if a who...