Dear Journal: Day two with Sir... I wake alone, but the bed is still warm with note on the pillow "Pet, clean yourself dress in something comfortable, meet me in the restaurant. Tell the hostess the room number, they know what to do". I have a quick shower, put my hair up in a tidy roll, dress in soft slacks and a conservative blouse, with a pair of flats...
The Kansas prairie was starker than Emily remembered. She zipped down the road toward Graham's homestead with anticipation on a sweltering early September Thursday morning. Her hair was undone and flowed behind her: she hadn't cut it since her visit earlier that summer and she wanted to grow it out. Her freckled skin glistened slightly with fresh sunscreen,...
I've done this a hundred times but it's always fun. My lovely slave wife is waiting patiently sitting on an old coffee table we keep in the basement, not that she has much choice. I already have each of her her leather wrist cuffs loosely pulled toward the rafters and the floor with two simple ropes on each cuff. Her ankle cuffs are similarly tied. She's in...
I met James through CollarMe.com. He was getting back out there after having lost his long-term submissive to cancer, I was getting back out there after getting sober & losing a hundred pounds. We traded e-mails until I decided he wasn't likely to rob and/or rape me, and then I agreed to meet him at a family-style restaurant. Well, he was a perfect gentleman...
While running errands the other day, I stopped by the bank to cash my paycheck and inquire if one of the tellers had any pennies for me. I knew her well, as I did tellers in almost every branch in three counties, because I am all over the place as a contracted driver. Sometimes, tellers I've known for years are shocked to learn that I do not live in their sm...
I wrote this story for a friend of mine, the central character. It contains a number of her fantasies. She has particular fetish about music, hence the apparent esoteric music. I'm sitting in my dungeon, thinking about Kasey's indiscretions at our role play session, when I hear a knock at the door. As usual, Kasey is 5 minutes early and I make her wait. T...
Peter and I grew rather close. He'd burned a couple of DVDs full of music for me, and I gave him an EP my band had recorded. That was a mistake, as my real name was listed in the credits. Peter was a gentleman, however, so told me his real name, too. That almost never happens with pro dommes. Sessions can be very intense — you're dealing with kinks that mos...
"Oh yes," said the black butterfly, "I've much more planned for you. You have to learn to submit to me completely to find yourself, you do understand that don't you Kim? You have to accept that you can be offered up to other of my slaves as well Kim. Your experience working in the parlour should prepare you well for the next part of your journey." Kim didn...
Zack stood before the familiar building with its promise emblazoned on the façade: Balance of Life Restoration Center. The therapists and patrons enjoyed a variety of physical and holistic regimens. This was one of his favorite annual Zodiac assignments. The assortment of past evaluation assessments had never failed to amaze him. The pert receptionist escor...
**Disclaimer: I wrote this story purely as a fantasy. The first version was too dangerous to portray as I hadn't specified the TENS unit and people thought she'd be plugged straight into the wall (believe it or not, I do know that's not a good idea!) However, I've never actually engaged in electrical play, so I don't honestly know if my TENS unit set up in t...