Chapter 1 The Set-Up My little sexual, I don't know, perversions, fetishes, twists on the normal, has never been exposed, displayed, nor shared...period. It never hurts anyone or affects my interaction with daily life (though it probably has contributed to my difficulty developing relationships). It is one of the few absolute secrets I have kept from the w...
Hello guys, I'm so sorry for the delay in posting this chapter. After taking my time to complete all the remaining chapters on this story, I lost everything on it. I got so angry at myself I couldn't even think or recollect what I had written. So I simply concentrated on other stories. I don't know if any of you have ever experienced this but it's so heart-b...
Kristi entered Mr. Robinson's office, confidant, sure of herself, and a little nervous. She knew this was a big step but she was positive it was the right one. She dressed for the occasion. After spending some time the night before, she picked out a navy blue skirt and matching blazer. Her white blouse was open out the top and showed just a little bit of her...
Richard loosened his tie and unbuttoned the top of his pinpoint Oxford shirt as the commuter train slowly approached the station. Streaks of yellow and orange foliage flitted by his window. He had no interest. He tugged on his necktie once more. The air in this railcar was always so stale, and he was subjected to it every night. Well, not every night. He occ...
After collaring Robin, my new slave, I took her in my arms and cuddled her in my comfy arm chair. We simply sat in each other's embrace for awhile. I think she was feeling safe. I was feeling sated. Cuddling was nice. Too soon I began to think again about all there was to do. Taking on a slave carries a lot of emotionally and physically. Cuddling was nice, b...
Notes from the author: I originally posted Ch 16 in Novellas, but the views were down, and I think many of my regular readers may have missed it, looking for it in BDSM. If you have not read Ch 16, I hope you enjoy, and while I'm not sure when Ch 17 will be out, I have not given up. It's a work in progress. Love to all and please don't forget to vote and/or...
I had been working at a local gas station for only about three months. The pay wasn’t all that great, but it was good enough to help me to afford to make payments on the car and still have a little left over. Also, the station was only a few miles from my home, so I could ride my bike there and get a little well-needed exercise. The only bad part about it wa...
Author's Note: This is a story centric series and a direct continuation of the second chapter Mantis Ch.02 : Negotiations. I highly recommend reading the previous entries first. For those in need of a refresher or would simply prefer to start here, here is a quick summary of what has happened to our characters so far. [Arthur, a struggling artist sought an...
I arrived at Paul's house about an hour later. I'd stopped off at the office and talked with Adriana and explained that if Deanna called, I was out of the office on a local job. She'd raised her eyebrow at that, but not asked questions -- her famous 'I don't give a fuck' demeanor in full force. I knocked on the door to Paul's house and there was Solomon, ti...
I grinned, as Amanda pouted and exhaled long and slow. "The roses are beautiful, Gil. Thank you," Amanda halfheartedly thanked me. Amanda is forty years old. She had quit her job, three years ago, as a senior partner in a prestigious law firm, to pursue a career as an artist. We met by chance at the Art Gallery of Ontario, last year. Her work was part of...