"Oh, darling," Tony Sanderson said to his wife, shaking his whiskey glass and rattling the ice cubes. "Do refresh my Scotch for me, Mrs. Sanderson." "Only too happy to, Father," she said as she happily bustled about getting things ready for his poker friends to arrive. The Sanderson presented the perfect picture of absolute domestic bliss to all those aro...
*Names have been changed. * My Master and I have been happily married for about a year now. We are not a 24/7 couple, although we do push a little farther than just a sexual Dom/sub relationship. I sleep in the collar that my Master placed on me while we were in college, and I am only allowed to cum with his permission. When it comes to sex, I willfully su...
Introduction For the sake of our story, let us suppose that somewhere there exists a special, a very unique resort catering to a very particular clientele. The clientele are possessed of certain needs and desires which they don't generally share with their friends and neighbors, much less strangers. Most likely this establishment is located in a region wit...
I was almost bucked off last night. I rode the electric pony until I do not remember getting off—figuratively and literally. My friend Q is very good with his hands. He can build and make some very imaginative toys and special furniture. Last night we debuted his latest creation—a wooden pony with an electric mane. I have ridden a wooden pony many times...
Celia shifted in her chair as much as she could, which was not a lot at all. Coils of rope encircled her wrists and were in turn tied to the back of the chair. Her ankles were each tied to a chair leg, and more rope wrapped around her thighs stretched her legs as far apart as they would go. The large ball gag in her mouth made her drool, and this had run ov...
Gilded, Light, Trailing, Black. One. One exists. Only one. Baroque threaded, Gold, copper. Tight waist. Flowing folds. No more. Ever. Yours for four days for the shoot–tomorrow off Rivington. Editorial privilege. Retrospective piece. Yours tonight, Friday and the weekend. So hungry. Control yourself. It only just fits after four days of fasting. Mine...
The last thing I heard was her heels clicking on the tile as she slammed the door, leaving me in silence. She had control over me since we made eye contact earlier that evening. She had this look to her. Dressed to the nines, she stood out like a sore thumb. Whoever approached her she waved away, not even looking at them. Then she saw me. I averted my eyes,...
Chapter II: The Sorceress and the Maiden Fair When Anna came to, her head felt like a lump of molten lead: heavy and searing with pain. It was the sort of hangover one would expect after consuming a whole barrel of ale—except Anna never drank enough to become intoxicated. In fact, she usually only sipped from flagons for the sake of appearance, as a lapse...
The trail of the missing women had led Amanda to a creepy run down mansion. Being the local newspaper's lead investigative reporter at the young age of 25 had gotten Amanda into trouble before and she wondering if this was one of those times as she opened the large heavy wooden door. The door creaked with a sound that almost told visitors they need to turn...
For a superficially distant and cruelly sardonic man Conan Steel was a surprisingly generous and attentive lover, at least away from the Rumpo Room. There he is the hammer and she the anvil, he dominant she submissive, but here on the king-size bed in the master bedroom of his exclusive luxury beach front villa in Fleetwood they are equals. He is gently fing...