He walked into my dungeon and knelt. His eyes looked through my boots, but didn't see the polished leather. I hate it when they came to me like this, filled with defeat instead of submission. I used the pointed toe of one boot to lift his chin. It was a moment longer before his eyes also lifted. Whatever it was, this boy had it bad. He'd spill it to me soon...
His Mistress locked his cock cage and then his blindfold. His hands had been bound and chained above his head so most of his weight was taken on his arms. Before having him blindfolded and chained up she had had him fuck her to orgasm twice and then rewarded him as she often did when she was especially pleased with him by letting him jerk himself off into hi...
(All characters participating in sexual activity are age 18 or over.) This chapter is a repost, it has been edited and has undergone very minor rewrites for style and flow. Nothing in the story has been changed. Synopsis: Club Glitter is the 'it' place to be on Friday nights. Every hot party slut and Futagram bimbo can be found there tearing up the dance...
It was the hour of the wolf and Sister Jessica Felicita was troubled. She had been awake in bed for at least an hour reliving a particular event from the previous day and contemplating her life. Regret and anxiety had taken hold and no amount of prayer was getting her back to sleep. Frustrated, she tossed the thin blanket off her body and slid off the bed in...
I had only just finished the department meeting when Jen phoned. Jen had been recruited straight out of Oxford university, in her mid 20s, slim and red-haired. She was bright, focused and had the makings of a capable operative. Currently attached to Harry's office on a promise that it was guaranteed fast track promotion. Jen was seriously pissed at being use...
This is my entry for the Winter Holidays contest. For those who are bothered by such, it contains a high element of voyeurism and some mild BDSM. If that's a problem for you, please go to one of the many other excellent stories here. Enjoy! + Truman sat glumly in front of his apartment window. There was, he thought, something he was meaning to do. It wa...
Author's note: You'll need to read Chapter 6 for this to really make sense. We landed at the small Texas airport at 3:12 in the morning. The dozen or so passengers - seven of which were with the company I worked for - deplaned and walked through the small, deserted airport like zombies. The only sound was the clickity clack of our rolling luggage. We immed...
"Ms. Orr? Could I see you for a moment, in my office, please?" One of Millennial Advertising's senior partners stood in the aisle outside my cubicle. "Sure, Mr. Fenway." I smiled, but, inwardly, I grimaced. I haven't done anything wrong—that I know of, and, as a rule, Mr. Fenway asked to see someone only if he or she had screwed up. I closed the Jennings...
Chapter 3 It is at this point, dear listener, that I would remind you that though we have traveled millennia for my tale's beginning, our story itself has thus far chronicled less than a single hour. For all the flash and wonder, little had happened in the world itself outside of my grubby little alleyway, and dear Bekhat yet slept in blissful ignorance. Al...
Supermarket shopping, like most males I hate this necessary chore. I seem to be cursed by women not concentrating on what they are doing, wandering aimlessly along the center of aisles with their kids screaming loudly and running amok. This day I was pushing a trolley through my local supermarket when I turned a corner and bumped into a trolley coming in the...