JAM AND JERUSALEM 'And now ladies, I will announce the results of the homemade preserves contest: In third place was Mrs Patterson's beetroot chutney. The second prize goes to Mrs Hamilton-Smyth with her celery and walnut conserve. The first prize once again is taken by the Reverend Betty Finch with her delicious damson jam.' A ripple of applause rang roun...
I serve two masters. My Husband and my Secret Master. It all began a few years ago. My marriage was a wreck. My husband almost never wanted to have sex with me and I didn't miss it. Well, I did miss sex. I just didn't miss sex with my husband. I wanted something else. I wanted a powerful man to take me by force, make me please Him without regard for my own...
This is my first time posting. While My Master is having me write something long to post, I thought I'd also post this. It is fiction... mostly. More something I think would be fun. :) *** "So you misbehaved and came without my permission?" My Master looks down at me, kneeling at his feet. It has been 2 weeks since he gave me permission to cum and I had g...
This is a continuation of a series on Katie and Ken. Chapter four continues the story a year after chapter three ended. In chapters one and two, Ken asks Katie to serve as the Dominant partner in their relationship and she agrees to do so. Chapter three highlights a scene in which Katie both learns more about herself as a Domme and stretches her husband to s...
Avery Sexton wasn't your typical 18 year old girl. Typical 18 year old girls don't have a popular and active profile on the worlds largest website devoted to the BDSM community. They also don't have a converted garage with a rather large selection of bondage toys and furniture. Add to those, the fact that Avery loved to dominate and be served by women and th...
Heather's patience was wearing thin. This was why she rarely interacted with others since Geoffrey's death. She had heard the lecture from her own imminently qualified psychologist daughter. She was allowing her grief to fester too long; she bordered on agoraphobia, she should get out more and mix with people. But people sucked. They got on her nerves. Aft...
This is part four of the journey of Ana and Wes, the chapter will be the last. niyah Ana was delving deeper and deeper into this erogenous zone of D/s. Her thoughts were on Weston every moment of every day. Wanting desperately to meet Him. To be everything He wanted in a sub slave. Of course there were draw backs. He was married and so was she. The relation...
News flash: just because things appear one way on the surface doesn't mean they're one hundred percent correct. Sure, from all outward appearances, the public version of me, the persona I live by is mostly correct. I'm not one to be fake. But sometimes it's what's just beneath the surface, barely hidden from prying eyes that tells a different story. Someti...
I couldn't believe the letter. It just didn't make any sense. I mean, it was well written--thoughtful and detailed--but the content wasn't possible. My friend Ella had no one else to turn to. Not many female friends, only work acquaintances actually, and certainly no male confidante in her life...no, "he" would never allow that. We didn't talk much any mor...
Miranda. One cool lady. She was the kind of co-worker you lucked into. Highly competent. Took care of business. Represented the firm with aplomb. She exuded professionalism. At twenty plus years younger than I, she carried herself with a pert self-confidence. She could be flirtatious and sexy when she chose to turn it on. Her persona was an amalgam of an i...