I wrote this story in honor of my former master, whom remains nameless. I looked up sharply as the large grandfather clock in the living room erupted with sound. "Scraps, Master's coming!" I yelled, kneeling in front of the door. My new friend Jenna -Master had named her Scraps- came rushing inside the room. She quickly kneeled beside me, her silver collar...
Now don't get me wrong. I got nothing against that play "Vagina Monologues" from a few years ago and all the success it has had. I'm not taking anything away from vaginas (in fact I am usually trying to give something to them, heh, heh) and there is nothing wrong with more exposure for vaginas, nothing. I root for vaginas every day. It's just that there is...
I stare at myself in the mirror. I'm standing alone in my bedroom. The lights are off, but half a dozen candles are burning, giving off just enough light to illuminate my reflection. I contemplate my eyes, trying to lose myself in the black pools of my own pupils. Then I open my mouth to speak. I close it again. I swallow, my mouth feeling suddenly dry. I re...
Another day He woke early, when it was still dark. 5.00, proclaimed the glowing red glyphs on the alarm clock. He stretched and smiled, his eyes catching sight of his lover's discarded clothes on the floor, reminding him of their last night's adventures. He turned, and looked at the girl, lying sleeping softly next to him, scarlet locks falling in a curve a...
Jack Boston was a competent member of the Pottersbridge village cricket team. A good middle order batsman and a good utility bowler. As a youngster he'd even had a trial for Northamptonshire Cricket Club, but it hadn't come to anything. Pottersbridge was a large village in the Home Counties. It was 40 miles from London and fairly prosperous. Jack was marri...
Master calls me and tells me to be ready at the door, naked, on my knees. I wait for an hour before they arrive. It is an excruciating, emotionally tormenting wait, but I'm excited that I know I am obeying him. Nothing makes me happier than to please my Master. I pinch my nipples, play with my dripping cunt and edge several times before I hear him drive in....
* * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (15.5 min/mp3) * * * * * My Cup of Tea Plumber needs a mate For Michael (Thank you to Charlie the Wanker for suggesting I vary up my vocabulary on breasts.) I lie cocooned in the warmth of the summer morning and the sheet, drifting back and forth between snoozing and waking. Sometimes I thin...
The ball gag forces Laura's jaw to its limit, her lips barely allow the sphere to pass. The others hear her teeth scrape and the bone snap back into place as she tightens the device around the back of her own head. Missy shuts her eyes and tries not to listen. The other girl, the one he calls "Hooker", shifts her thighs closer together and hopes he doesn't...
Mark the Adventurer: born into a primitive barbarian village in the frozen north, Mark was banished from his home for ravishing too many women, killing too many men, and generally just causing too much trouble. He has been a wanderer ever since, making money as a thief, mercenary, and monster slayer. He is extremely selfish and hedonistic, thinking only of i...
Another story by Pagan. Dearest Leroy, Please dearest, I am leaving you this note to stop you ringing around our friends, or contacting the police, I'm alright, but you have to know some things before we speak again that's if you want to speak to me at all after reading this. First of all, yes we were burgled, I've tried to clean up as much as possible and...