Chapter 1 -- Ivy The blind in my bedroom window is not the best. It hangs a little crooked and the bottom three slats are bent slightly. In the morning, the sun shines right through that gap and hits me square in the face. I stopped using an alarm clock. Now I just get up when the sun does. I know it sounds early, but I live on a farm and everything you'...
(A Dylan James Story) Dylan was tired. He had been driving non-stop except for gas for about five hours. It was approaching 8 o'clock and he was about 20 miles south of Morgan Hill. He needed to stop for the night and he knew just the place. It was called the Dew Drop Inn and Campground. It was a stupid name, but the place was clean and cheap. These were tw...
At the end of chapter 1, I confessed I was divided in mind about how the tale should end, and asked for comments. Quite a few suggested I leave it as it was, finished in one episode, and I admit to being tempted. But the implication that there would be an ending seemed an obligation. Some said, "take your time," others said, "don't make us wait." The theme s...
We'd talked before about training. You wanted to be trained to come on command, to stand and submit for me in front of an audience. And I want everything to do with pony play, including harnessing you to a horse and cart and taking you shopping. No, really. At any rate, you enjoy pony play, you sought it out, sent me teasing texts asking for more, signing yo...
Chapter One It's Friday afternoon. Three days since the night that has changed my life's direction. One of my hair clients, Mr. Kesler, has captured my soul and has offered to become my Master. His desire is for me to submit to an Institute for training, and on completion become one of his slaves. Mr. Kesler already has two other slaves, his wife Chloe, and...
Chapter 2: Sarah Sarah's Tale Continued; March 1984. Early the following evening saw me back at the Weir house, which was in itself unusual; Dave invariably collected me from the Rugby Club where I spent most Saturday afternoons in the winter. Sarah answered the door to my knock and after a quick glance around the hallway I gave her a brief kiss and gently...
Beth sipped her drink as the hotel bar neared closing. She smiled, feeling the cooling cum on her supple old calves beneath her pant legs just above her sexy black trouser socks. Earlier, she'd used them, her feet, her calves, her socks, on young Michael, a 21-year-old stranger in the bar. She'd been sitting alone, at the hotel for business, when she notice...
Peter stood talking to his friends for a moment, and then one of them, a tall lanky looking kid with blonde hair started walking towards her. She recognized him almost immediately. Brad Jensen. It was another one of the guys that Peter played with on the basket ball team, and in all likelihood, his best friend as he was the first to come walking over. He act...
Chapter 7 -- Heather's Cabin - - - Ann flopped back on the bed, panting breathlessly. "You and Jen didn't do ALL that in the back of your SUV did you?" She managed to gasp out. I shook my head no, but was still breathing too heavily to answer her. We lay in post coital bliss for a good long time and just as I was beginning to drift off to sleep she jabbe...
I awoke silently, still laying between my Mommy and aunt. All of us were still naked. Lisa was still spooning me from behind. Mommy had turned over onto her stomach, and I was laying with one arm and leg draped across her as she slept. I looked at her naked body and liked what I saw. I began to grin, as I slowly eased myself out of Lisa's arms and slid down...