Simon was the perfect gentleman towards me the day after my humiliation at the party. I'd dreaded going into work, worried about what he might say to me, and how he would treat me. I still couldn't believe what I'd done – performing an intimate sex act on his friend Nigel in front of a room full of strangers. I tried to rationalise my feelings of excitement...
Sex slave. I loved the sound of those words. Ever since meeting the two of Them for drinks I couldn't seem to stop hearing them in my mind. Sex slave. All week, looping endlessly, sex slave. "Our sex slave" was what She'd said to me. When I answered the advertisement, "Submissive sex slave for us", I never thought I'd actually find myself here, just a few...
"I need a partner." Jess had said with a bit of a whine in her voice as she pulled on my hand. Laying prone on the couch, my head on my favorite pillow, a bag of chips beside me and a football game on TV, I was settled in for an afternoon of pure couch potato syndrome. "Have you called Jane?" I asked as I tried to lightly pry my hand from hers. "Yes, I hav...
THE MAN BEHIND THE CURTAIN Remember that scene in the "The Wizard of Oz" movie, when the Wizard is revealed as a man working special effects from behind a curtain? Remember the Wizard, frantically flipping levers and speaking into a microphone exhorts Dorothy and her friends to "Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain"? And, of course, they all immed...
Hello, my name is jenna, and i am a wife, a slave, and a soulmate to my Master, Jared. i am all of these things willingly, freely and joyously. i serve my Jared because it gives me pleasure to do so. i have given myself to Him, and in taking me, He has given Himself to me. W/we are One Life, One Love... One perfect Union . My Master loves me, and in His love...
Like all other sensations experienced by humans, pain is intrinsically personal, inherently variable, and incredibly motivating. Although pain is defined as an "unpleasant sensation in varying degrees of severity" and "suffering or distress," one person's debilitating, dehumanizing pain may be the means by which another person reaches sexual fulfillment. Lik...
As a tennis player John Tipton was a long shot from being a gifted athlete. He was, as they say, "small but slow." He was also a generation older than many of his competitors. And yet among the hundreds of amateur tennis players in his mid-sized Midwestern city, he was considered an excellent tennis partner in doubles tournaments and somehow he managed to wi...
History books and classes are such faint memories that they feel like something I came up with in a dream. The world changed so suddenly that we seemed to collectively forget about all the little things we did everyday. All of our routines, our celebrations, our passions were swallowed up in an effort to resist fate. But fate has a habit of getting what it w...
Authors Note: I wish to again thank the many of you who have voted for this story's first and second chapters. I also wish to thank the few who commented publically and those of you who have made private message comments to me. It is because of those comments and votes that I have posted this next chapter. Please continue to vote and make comments. Thanks a...
Part I The Traffic Stop The road was dark and unlit. The moon was dodging in and out of the puffy white clouds that looked like a flock of sheep running across the sky. She had been at a bachelorette party for one of her girlfriends. Several beers and three "Jaeger-bombs" later she was cruising along lost and trying to find her way back to the Interstate...