"Rivers belong where they can ramble; eagles belong where they can fly . . . I'm not a river or a giant bird that soars to the sea, and if I'm never tied to anything, I'll never be free . . . " -"Corner of the Sky" from the Musical Pippin There are rafts of quotations out there about freedom; the importance...
Just imagine her sitting on the sofa, in your hotel room, next to you drinking a nice glass of shiraz, chatting away, then the wine starts a warm feeling down through her body, she starts feeling that familiar warm feeling spread through her, she strokes your face and starts kissing you, you pull her closer to you and she ends up straddling you kissing you h...
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...
As floor manager for the executive suites, presenting the gift was an opportunity Sophia simply couldn't miss. All she knew was that the CEO's eldest son had recently been hired as a Director for the hotel franchise, and that a special gift was being prepared upon his arrival. It was almost 10 pm and he had just checked in. Normally the role of gift giving...
Author's note: I daydreamed the idea for this story after navigating AT&T's voicemail system, waiting and waiting, and spending a long time with a representative who explained that they had no plans to do what they had promised they would. What would deter such behavior on the part of so-called customer service representatives? This is entirely a work of...
[This story will make more sense if you take the time to read the earlier instalments. There's a lot of severe discipline and a good deal of focus on all bodily functions, so if inclusion of those bothers you, please read no further. All characters are over 18.] Eleanor came home from work and her sister Meredith greeted her warmly as she arrived at their a...
To really understand the secrets, you've got to understand the background, so bear with me as I recount the family history before I get to the family secrets. Dad passed away years ago, killed while working on a construction job. He was literally hit by a ton of bricks that were dropped by a drunken crane operator. Mom got all of the Worker's Compensation b...
This hotel is a favorite of ours. We stay here whenever we're in town, in no small part because the shower is so good. It may sound silly to you, but when you travel as much as we do, a room with some personality is important. The shower here is a big tiled stall, roomy enough for two, with a glass door on one wall, and a tiled bench running across the back....
Ch 1 - 30 days It was Mon. Oct 26th . In 30 days we would be headed to Jamaica on vacation. For 351 days a year my wife and I led a rather prudish life. Ordinary, most people would say by when compared to our 14 days in paradise, "prudish" was a more appropriate word. For 14 days we threw away our clothes and inhibitions. We spent our days on the nude beac...
I have been a Rural Service Worker for two years. More aptly, I have survived being a Rural Service Worker for that time, and defied the odds. The life expectancy in this kind of forced labor is somewhat less than that. No, they don't all get killed. Some die from disease. I suppose that is being killed anyway if you are what in the big cities they call a se...