Lila was 38, married and had two kids in school. Her husband ran a small business downtown. They lived a contented life, with a house on mortgage, small car etc., For years she had been working with the bank and was quite senior staff there even though she was just a secretary. She had been with the bank for 10 years and was the senior most boss’ secretary....
I was intrigued by the new neighbours. Both were black, nothing wrong with that. But the husband, Rufus, was – as I found out later, of course – 25 while his wife, Gail, was 40. When I say they were black, Rufus was a very light chocolate colour. Gail, a busty lady, was deep brown. Lovely – the sight of both of them made me wet. The day after they moved in...
Cleo kneels before me, silently. She knows she's erred, and that I'm going to punish her, but she just hopes that I don't use my Stimulant, which is ten straightened wire coat hangers tied together at the end with a chain. "Husk, please...I know I deserve punishment, but please don't be too hard on me, Master." Listen to her whine, my lord. Having her brea...
The seduction continued..... I felt the familiar rush through my veins as there would be more stolen hours with him. But, as always, that high was accompanied by the nagging feeling in my gut that I was on borrowed time. He never said it aloud, he didn't have to. He was quiet about his personal life, never offering any information and he never asked about mi...
2PM, Friday the 28th of June, that was the first time I saw her. The doorbell rang, at exactly the specified time. I was expecting her, now that my secretary had moved away. This new girl was a temp, sent by the agency, until I could find a permanent replacement. I opened the door, to see a lovely young lady, in her thirties I guessed, she was dressed what I...
You've written your story, edited it within an inch of its life, and are all ready to show it to the world. You open a submission page and – what's this? Story Tags? What the bleep is a Story Tag? The larger any archive grows, the more important organization becomes. Separating stories into our current categories helps connect readers with stories they'll e...
The halls of Copula High School were buzzing with activity as students rushed about racing to beat the tardy bell for the last class of the day. As Mr. Young strolled the hallways, he noticed students engaging in idle chitchat, goofing off, modifying their uniforms and exchanging those youthful glances of lust with each other. It had been a long week dealing...
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Some fool sent me an email with this title. Judging by the list of people it had been forwarded from it's a common office joke. Not that I work in a common office. I could have replied. I could have posted '4 years, three months and seven days.' It would have been true, but only partially true. And probably misunderstood. Doubtless there's some kind of joke...
What do you think of when you hear the word "control"? "Control" is used in many contexts these days: people try to "control cholesterol," there is "parental control" of TV channels, "controlled burning" of forests is debated, and there are the ever-popular birth, pest, and remote "control" options -– not to mention "control groups"! To a submissive like me,...