= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Rose has disappointed her Master by losing a Greased Gladiator match at the club. This is the story of the aftermath of that match told more or less from Rose's perspective as she comes to grips with the Master's punishment of silence and then is slowly led into the truth of who she truly is and what her Master has do...
(Washington, D.C. 1862) "Oh crap, crap, CRAP," I muttered under my breath as I saw the hooded figures pass the alleyway where I was precariously balanced on a stack of wooden crates. I redoubled my efforts with the pick head I was using to chip the cement from around a pair of steel bars. "What is it?" replied a soft Southern voice from inside the tiny roo...
As Cassandra propelled me roughly down the upstairs hallway, I knew that having been caught by my Owner/Mistress Angel enjoying the most exquisite orgasm of my life riding the talented tongue of my sister slave Suzie without permission, that I was in deep, very deep trouble. There wasn't a single doubt in my mind that my punishment would be most unpleasant a...
Kayla's birthday dinner went well. My mother showed up on time, dressed to the nines as usual. My dad worked for the railroad during the depression and found my mother in South Carolina. She was 100 percent southern belle, except she didn't have a lot of money. Mom and dad lived well enough to always have money for things they needed though. Dad told me once...
Tara walked down the dimly lit corridor. She smiled as she neared the bright light at the end. Maybe this was not her father's or husband's heaven but she was excited to be back here. Two weeks, was it really only two weeks since she had been to Rainbows? So much had happened since then. Her mind still reeled with all of it. More questions than answers thoug...
World-famous cook book author, celebrity chef and media personality Paula Deen sat in the office of her psychiatrist, Dr. Roselyn Angelique, and fidgeted slightly in the comfortable couch on which she sat. Things weren't going well for the Queen of Southern Cooking. Ever since that lawsuit by a Black female ex-manager of one of her restaurants hit the nation...
Ch. 03: The Mailman "Honk-honk," The old truck pulled into the dirt driveway and stopped. The motor rumbled in an uneasy idle as the mailman searched the parcels in the passenger seat for Anna Belle's package. The screen door slammed shut loudly as Anna Belle came running to the truck like a roadrunner across the highway from the front porch to the mailm...
Written in collaboration by jes_da_man & LittleOne --------------------------- The Mysterious Lover - Part One. Monday, May 27, 2002 - 9:24 PM It had been many months since her last encounter with her Dark Lover. Her body aches for him. Each night she prays for his return. She holds the small vial to her breast and wishes for his touch. She closes her ey...
Marybelle Magnolia Blossom Rousseau was going home. It hadn't been a decision that she had made lightly as she hadn't been home since she was 17 years old. Plus --she adored her life in Los Angeles. She had been a wide-eyed teenager full of youth and promise when she had first stepped off the Greyhound bus in Hollywood for stardom. She turned her nose co...
Author's note: This story contains belly inflation. It is set in the early 1930s. * Outside a certain town in Grosseputain Parish stood May Belle's House. Generations of the local Louisiana menfolk had known this house - under its present ownership, through the long years before that when it had been Marie Louise's House, and back before that in the days w...