NOW The ceiling lamp flickers, intermittently bathing the windowless room in cold neon light. A naked body begins to move on the narrow bunk where silvery, shimmering chains wind their way over the pale skin of the stretched-out woman. Their soft tinkling is suddenly drowned out by a loud clicking noise from the heavy steel door's locking mechanism, then a...
The room starts spinning slowly as the lights fade out, my mind is in a daze, and my body is all worn out. I welcome the warmth of the soft sheets as I close my eyes and try to sleep because I need my rest. The sweep familiar ache in my muscles causing sweet surges of pain from my very sore and well fucked ass, still dripping Master's cum, even now after all...
Almost dinnertime... but not yet I kneel pretty. Head up high and proud. Smiling and batting my eyelashes at any Mistress who looks at me. Shoulders back even though my wrists are shackled close to my collar. Back straight, Tits out. A coy "Mona Lisa" half-smile on my face when I don't know if any Mistress is watching or not. I scratch my nose and hope a Mi...
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...
Chapter 8: Sorority Halloween Saturday morning, Halloween day, was warm and sunny. Cindy and my love making from earlier that morning left us both happy and hungry. Marsha was in the kitchen and she had prepared a big breakfast of eggs, bacon and biscuits. Since it was extremely unusual for Marsha to do anything so nice, especially for me, I attributed it t...
Daniel arrived at the gates of Femininus on a numbingly calm and mild morning. He had written in his most recent letter that he would be arriving that day. He came dressed in his white dress shirt and black slacks. He was made to wait for nearly an hour upon his arrival. As he waited, he listened to the faint sounds of the goings on of the city just beyond t...
He'd told her in the morning that today would be a punishment day, as she knelt in front of him, fresh out of the shower, freshly shaved, giving her owner his morning blow job. He pressed the back of her head towards him, saying, "All the way." Obediently she took him deeply, pressing her lips into his pubic hair, holding him within her throat and restrainin...
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...
(excerpt from a Vampyre Novel) In agreeing to help, the thanatophobic Baron had one demand: To have the Countess's new companion be part of his obsession with death, beauty, Victoriana, and all things equine. On this special theme night in his club 'The Lair', Jessica was his lead horse at a macabre, fetish, Victorian wake. She had spent a bizarre afternoon...
You are always so good at making lists, Becca! This is a compliment I hear a lot from colleagues and friends alike. Always meant sincere, it does have a backhanded element to it. It labels me organised, bureaucratic, predictable. Rebecca, the Excel Queen. Rebecca, mind you. Not Bec or Beckie. Not Becca, either. But people are so quick with shortening my na...