Twelve minutes remained. Niko, currently leaning back in his chair, reflected that although he rarely felt sure about much anything, he could at least be confident of that. After all, the contraption glimmering peacefully high above his head was likely the most perfect timekeeper in the whole world. An "armillary sphere" is the proper term for these thin...
Mackenzie took one step, then another as she descended the stairs. The seconds ticked by as she tried to calm her racing heart. She spent the night huddled against the bed's headboard. Scissors in hand, she knew, just knew he would attack her soon. Her paranoia was only made worse by the constant arousal that plagued her. She questioned her sanity time and...
Author's note: Here's the final chapter of "Slave Girl Emily." Acknowledgments are at the end. It's way too late to provide a summary of the story so far; rather, I'll just say that the end of Ch. 10 left Emily unable to choose among the three Masters who want to own her. Tags: Slave, Bondage, Exhibitionism, Orgasm denial, Teasing, Punishment, Collaring, Str...
September 2005 Norwich Boultwood looked at the clock. Quarter to three. He leaned back in his chair. It was time to go. God, he'd been looking forward to this all week. Beneath his Brooks Brothers twill trousers, Norwich's cock squirmed miserably, yet excitedly in the chastity tube. It was almost time! It had been a week since Willy had been out, bounc...
Part 1 Well, how can I put it? I'm finally living my dream. It's rapidly turning in a nightmare, but my dream nonetheless. My name is Mariam, I live in the city. Twenty four years old, just finished fashion school. Currently I'm single, and I stay in an apartment in the center of town. I've always like sewing and designing clothes, with a keen eye on the r...
I should have kept it to myself. Walking on fallen blossom leaves, the tree-lined boulevard carried the scent of hope. In a brief interlude of sunlight, we basked in the first warmth of spring. Fingers entwined, her expression pensive and doleful, we stopped for a moment under a weathered statue; it must have looked glorious once. I used to enjoy the silen...
Author's note: In the interest of full disclosure, this story is a modified version of a story titled 'The Fourth Rule' that I posted several years ago but I've since removed from the site. That story was always in the wrong category, as pointed out by several readers, and I have made changes throughout to include a heavily revised the ending that will allow...
Alan led me into the house, not to his bedroom. I knew by then the approximate steps and directions, and he turned opposite. I presumed we were in his living room, which was confirmed when he helped me to sit, which turned out to be on a couch. He sat down beside me and a moment later, I felt his hands in my hair, releasing the gag from my mouth. I could do...
"You want to have some fun, babygirl?" he asked me. I nodded, couldn't even speak. He had no idea! "You remember the night you let me tie you to the bed?" I smiled, how could I not remember the fun we had that night! "You and your husband ever do anything like that?" We hadn't. I'd been almost afraid to suggest it after we married. Now, with how our sex...
Do you know the difference between love and lust? I'm really not sure I do. A wise man once said you're in love when you put her welfare and happiness ahead of yours. I suppose that's a good enough definition for me. Of course when do you know, in a crunch, that you'd really do that? Everybody knows what lust is. A desire so strong if you are left without s...