The second chapter of The Dutch Mistress continues the story of my enslavement by the two friends Arianne de Vries, a Dutch businesswoman and her friend and lover, the beautiful young French brunette Sapphira Delatoise. The women aim to achieve a Total Power Exchange, by whatever means necessary... *** From the position in which I had been placed, balanced...
Part One. Homecoming. You will finally be coming home to Your boy after spending two months abroad. You instruct me to meet You at the airport in my best suit, carrying a large sign that says "Mistress Nandi" You and i kiss deeply, then You pull away, and say "I've had a lot of time to think, my kgotso. I love you with all my heart, and you belong beneath...
This story is a sequel to The Dutch Master. The narrator, having signed a one month slave contract to Gerd, his Master, finds himself sold to the beautiful red headed lifestyle dominatrix Arianne de Vries. This cruel and sadistic woman now intends to transport him back to The Netherlands on her yacht and make him her houseboy. "Look boy, let's not make out...
My intro to Chap 5 brought an e-mail asking how the stories were semi factual. I'll have to repeat some of what I said in the last intro. The story(s) are actually one with flashbacks. In my mind's eye, I see the people I know populating the story. You may not see them in these roles, but I do. 1.The characters are mostly real: TT, my lover, is Lyssa of...
Arianne Voric shifted down a gear, feeling the strong pull of the two litre engine as she accelerated into the long, climbing curve. Her leather gloved hands moved deftly across the steering wheel instinctively correcting an incipient skid as the road surface changed from dry to damp under the fringe of fir trees that bordered the A1 highway. As the road str...
The Meranka Quarry was an ugly grey slash in the landscape. It looked completely out of place set as it was amongst the green gently rolling hills of the Ausitanian countryside. It was surrounded by four high observation towers from which constant surveillance of the inmates was carried out by automatic movement sensitive cameras. The whole quarry was encirc...
Arianne Voric sat at the breakfast table studying the latest report that had just come through from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. There had been some criticism of Ausitania's policies in the foreign press relating specifically to the Meranka quarry. It had been widely referred to in these articles as a punishment unit. There was some concern as to the eff...
Chapter 01: Flashbacks Dear readers, Before writing When Lyssa met Joanna, I was terribly naive in the ways of sexual dominance. In doing research for the story, my eyes were opened. Sometimes in arousal; sometimes in complete horror of what some people can (and may) inflict on others in the quest for sexual gratification -in pure unadulterated lust. My...
Chapter 4: Explorations I would like to take a minute to thank my great friend Master Min for allowing me to document some of his exploits for all you good people, also I would like to say, Min you will receive the bill from the cleaners and our next adventure is long overdue. Also I would like to add, the following two chapters have a lighter side than th...
Becket Hastings hung upside down, suspended by his ankles. Becket's hands were cuffed behind his back, and he was utterly naked. This seemed to happen every sports season. Cinnamon, Becket's enchanting "platonic" housemate was a "sports atheist" and couldn't stand him running the idiot box, watching those damned games. At the same time, Cinnamon didn't wan...