This story was written in 2000, annoyingly I am having to transcribe it from a physical copy since that is all I have available. I hope you enjoy it and you think it worth my efforts. This is part four of five, since the feedback has been largely positive I am cracking on with the rewriting/transcribing and the last part should be done very soon. I'm postin...
Modern day harem life of slaves and their struggles for alpha slave status. Master is unaware of the intrigue and back stabbings that go on when he is away from the harem between his sex slaves. Or is he? Cast: Calista: Lead character Master: Master and owner Sir Jon: Master's longtime friend Lady Martha: Master's first wife Lucinda: a very ambitious slav...
Man's perspective, written for a female reader. Gets s little rough, woman used and objectified a bit. Willing yet not willing. My buddy Scott was a bit of a mess. The end of his most recent relationship left him in a bit of a bad way. He texted me one day, and told me he had plans to go out of town for a week to take his mind off "She who shall not be name...
I'm 60 years old now and it took me till age 50 before I got my priorities straight and set up my household on a Master/slave basis. I am glad, now, for very good genes and Viagra. This is a liberal West coast town, but when I walk down the street with My two whores, I do see the women frown or scowl at times, while, at the same, time "tolerating" what appea...
She stopped in her tracks as she set her bag down and listened closely. Frowning to herself she strained to hear what the strange groaning noise was then realised Dylan must be home and was probably using his ridiculous weight bench. She rolled her eyes and kicked off her shoes. Why her housemate felt the need to constantly work out was beyond her. He was 6'...
Him: He'd been waiting for her. Sitting comfortably in his arm chair he was waiting in the living room, the only light on in the house was the bedroom light upstairs. The curtains ajar streetlights illuminated the house well enough, adding a slightly chilling glow to the rooms. He sat patiently, as he had been for the past hour and a half. It was nine pm, a...
Later that evening we were discussing the events of the day and when my wife asked me if I was disappointed that she had waylaid the guys. I foolishly said that I had been hugely relieved, whereupon she smiled to herself and left it at that. But a few days later, when we were having sex she started telling me how she regretted it and how she should have let...
Hello! This story is about a hard, passionate husband -- a trope that has inspired me many lonely nights. There's something about the idea of control and authority that husbands have (had) over their wives that makes me a bit weak in the knees. Be aware: This one is a little longer in the preamble and might get expanded with additional chapters in the future...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. *** Author's preamble. My story The merry wives of Windsor was intended as a stand-alone story but a couple of comments made me realise that there were two more stories to tell. Sandy Smith with her son Shaun, then Cathy and Carl Cornell. I am publishing both stories simultaneously so...
Chapter Three: Harmony Is Punished It was a peaceful Sunday evening at Sweltings. I was sitting at my desk finishing up some paperwork in preparation for Monday. The week ahead appeared to be fairly free of complications with no new arrivals to train and only two regular appointments with the students. I couldn't help smirking as I thought back to Friday's...