It was the summer of 1968. I was a lowly private in the Army, stationed on the East coast and going to a training facility, learning how to tear tanks apart and put them back together. It was all a strange new world for me, as I, like untold thousands of other recruits, had never been far from home before. But I vowed to make the best of it, and was busy e...
After the explosive orgasm in Jason's class while bound and helpless, the flirting continued for a few days. Work began to consume them, and after a week had gone by, all communications of that nature had dissipated and were replaced with blunt statements that were verging on unproductive. After waiting for something further to happen, Jessica felt herself f...
My Master’s home is a rustic cabin and accompanying compound, it is modeled after the old-style log cabins but it is much larger and of course very modern. ‘The cabin’, as everyone calls it, is open concept; the kitchen area is delineated by a long island and snack bar. There is a huge bathroom that he added on just before my arrival and then a year ago he a...
'The fucking arrogant bastard,' Sophie fumed to herself as she stalked down the hallway, heels clicking furiously on the marble floor. 'I'm his fucking superior. How dare he talk to me like that?' Loping footsteps sounded behind her. Oh, for fucks' sake. She spun around to see Anthony trailing behind her, his lazy stride easily matching hers. "What do you w...
This is a continuation of Black Controlled Society, Parts 1 and 2. Please read those stories for background to this part. This is a story of fiction and all characters are 18 years and older. The Exam Twenty year old tommie was led to a medical exam room by a tall, thin, cute aide. She was in her early twenties, about 5'10" and 115 lbs. She was wearing tig...
Part 08: Conforming to the Lifestyle Waking in the morning, Jeannette got her instructions and left to carry them out. She took the shoes that Master ordered her to wear, and she carried them to the slave training area, and set them down as she turned the lights on. First releasing Geneva from her chains she smiled and said. "Good news Geneva, Master is ple...
Having grown up in Southeast Florida, the city of Fort Lauderdale to be more specific, I have always been around boats. My dad served in the Pacific during World War II. During a voyage from Norfolk, Virginia through the Panama Canal and onward to San Diego in 1942 his ship put in to Port Everglades to re-fuel. During a brief liberty he visited Fort Lauder...
This is a work of fiction. The characters and events in this story are not based on real life. I've chosen to list this story in the SciFi/Fantasy category since that's where it seems to fit best to me. There will be a substantial BDSM in the story however, especially in future chapters. This chapter is a bit light on the sexual action though, so if you're...
Disclaimer: I do not own the series that this finfic is adapted from, nor do I make any money from the writing of it. Just a few things to take note of: Firstly this is a story based on the cancelled James Cameron's Dark Angel series that stared Jessica Alba, so if you are unfamiliar with the show you'll be more than a bit lost. Then also, this is a sequel...
Chapter 18 A Partnership byLemaringouin and translated by Pimanko * A limousine arrived at the dairy's front door. A tall strapping individual, about 40 years of age, with salt-and-pepper hair, climbed out. "He's at least 1.8 meters (5' 11" - ed.)," said Claire. "He's a good-looking man." Claudine, who was next to her, added, "Yes, he's nicely muscled! I...