I stood there, naked on the molding concrete, with all of the other men. The room was cold, as everything was around here, and I could feel my body shaking. In the dim luminescence, I looked around, noticing the other men shiver, a sick dance to the silence. I think that was the worst part of the place. The silence was a surrender of ourselves, but we had no...
She sits in the boardroom with the other directors in a vigorous discussion about finances, growth and expenditure. She holds her own with the men of industry and in an instant can hold the fate of a thousand employees in the tip of her exquisitely hand crafted fountain pen and yet she catches herself almost blushing whenever she feels the gold anklet undern...
I placed slave Rouge's hands on the upper bar of the suspension frame. The metal contraption was painted bright red, the same color as the collar around the slave's neck. I could feel her nervousness. She was pretty much vibrating with it. She had never been fully suspended before. She knew there would be pain, but she was unsure how much of it. She probabl...
It's the crop. She is shrouded in darkness at the far end of the room, but faintly I see the silver sleeve of its handle glint in the light. The crop is a good sign. I hope. The crop is everyday discipline, minor corrections, "encouragement", as once she called it. Outside as I waited, I'd feared the worst, the bitter, burning anguish of the dressage whip...
Turning off the computer, I decide to turn in for the night. I am thinking of him. I had received dozens and dozens of responses, but he was the only one who 'got it'. He knew what the scarf was for. I turn the bedroom light on, knowing he would want to see my body. Imagining he is there, standing in my bedroom, I take off my sweatpants with my back to him...
Most of the Shinigami had been eliminated by the Quincy when they assaulted Soul Society. Not even the most ferocious captains; such as Kuchiki Byakuya; could stand up against them. Kurosaki Ichigo was forever trapped in the Quincy's powerful cage. The only ones to survive the onslaught of the archers were the woman. However, each of them had wished they'd s...
Steam already shading the mirror, the hiss of the shower echoing in the bathroom as you test the water, standing there before turning around with a hungry grin. "Strip sexy sex slave." Your slave, swallowing hard against the collar at her neck, nods…fingers curling into the dress that falls down around her body, tugging the fabric up, exposing her bare l...
The girl walked onto the plane past a smiling stewardess who greeted her. The girl wore a red and black plaid skirt over dark red leggings and a faded gray t-shirt with a cartoon pair of lips on the chest. Her black four inch platform heels were a little scuffed. She wore a small black collar cinched tightly at her throat. Her heels had criss-crossing leat...
In the Indian summer days, time slips away on the screen porch like a comforting dream. He sits alone in the enveloping darkness, a single pillar candle in the center of the long table casting shadows on a good bottle of a Rhone red and a half-full glass nearby. One of his favorite albums bleeds out of the wireless speakers, the melody adrift on the gentle b...
An occasional series of short stories about ex-Staff Sergeant Daniel Matthews. ***** Chapter 1: The Attaché Case I was crawling up the wall. Literally, climbing up a vertical Victorian brick wall using fingertips and toes. Plenty of grip for an experienced and rather desperate climber. Halfway up I skirted around the illuminated window and carried on clim...