Dear Reader – You must read "The Experiment – Part 1" – to know the unfolding situation, and what has happened up to where this part picks up. I woke with my motor going a thousand miles an hour. I had lots to do to get into my new job. I was out of the house before any one else was up and at work when the place was practically empty. I found a dolly and mo...
My wife, Susan, is a lovely girl. Oh, I'm not talking film-star, 'instant hard-on' stuff, here. She's not like that. She's – nice – wholesome – attractive –'that' kind of lovely – on the surface. Underneath, though – well, she can be thoroughly 'wicked'. I'd better explain. I met Susan when we were both seventeen, starting sixth form college. I noticed her...
Cassie was so sophisticated and nonchalant about it, taking for granted that Brady and I were game for it, that I just let it happen. Brady certainly was game for it. It was going to be the eighties after all. Everyone was going to be free and easy and devil may care. It would be the sixties again, done right. A chance for exercising "all you need is love" w...
You walk into my office, take a seat across the desk from me, and lay down a key on the wooden surface in front of me. You're breathing through your nose as your mouth is blocked up by a black, leather muzzle gag - the key fits the padlock that holds the gag in place. You've placed your hands flat on the table in front of you. Your silky, dark hair hangs to...
The corset was very tight, almost too small for her frame. Ethan laced her up all the same, using his strong arms to haul the laces taut; by the time he'd finished, she could barely breathe from the constriction. He seemed not to care. Jennifer's breasts were totally exposed; the garment offered no coverage or support of any kind, its whalebone and wir...
Chapter V -- The Worms Keep Turning Agnes Loehman watched her husband back out of the driveway. They had not uttered a word to one another since the argument the previous evening. She stood motionless in the picture window waiting for him to return for something forgotten, an excuse to see if she wanted to break the ice to enable reconciliation. She was gla...
Edited by Rosmarina (whose advice and assistance are much appreciated) Please do not reproduce this story without permission. == Chapter 21 == It was not until her new Master's boots finally moved away that Chloe stopped licking. Suddenly Master gave her a swat on her bare backside from his riding crop, and Chloe crawled forward over the threshold and i...
Emily leaned over the sink and held a breath as she combed mascara into her eye lashes. The bathroom was still steamy from her shower. She looked at her watch on the counter---he would be here in less than half an hour. She took another sip from the glass of wine, her second. She was struggling to quiet her nerves and the wine was not yet helping. She took a...
Chapter Three Scott woke to his bed-partner's scream. After failing to get to sleep for a seemingly endless two hours he had given up—so it seemed—and found solace in Catsy Vere's bed. What he recalled more was hatching the idea rather than the actual act itself at the moment. Still, his whereabouts in these early hours of the morning spoke for itself. He...
Author's Note: this story is a sequel to "Pasiphae" and derived from the Greek myth of the Labyrinth and the Minotaur. "How unfair," I said, "that a princess of Crete should be less free than the lowliest slave." I was chin-deep in my bath as I said this, the oiled and scented water laving my skin like a caress. Had my servant not been in the other room r...