By Mistress Machiavelli as told to DJK The following is a parody of Machiavelli's "The Prince", the 16th century instruction guide for city-state rulers. It is also written as a submissive's fantasy. Upon this a question arises: whether it is better for the Goddess to be loved or to be feared? Of course the answer is that the Goddess must be both loved a...
Peter groaned and rolled his hips towards her. He could see nothing between his thighs, although dawn had broken and pale light shone through the tall curtain-less windows of his old Victorian bedroom. Peter's erection was swollen and painful. His release was coming, he could feel it. It was inevitable, a driving force of arousal. "God", he growled deep in...
I would like to thank you all for your patience and understanding. I have finally gotten my computer back in working order although I lost everything and am still attempting to recover some of it. Hopefully, I will be able to. The final Part of The Surprise I will have to rewrite completely as it was lost and I don't want to ask you to wait too much longer f...
Cecelia hated college for one reason: her roommate, Erin. The girl would bring guys home constantly, and all Cecelia could do is pretend to be asleep as she rode a rotating cast of strangers to completion in their small dorm room. The nights when Erin was out, Cecelia took advantage of silence go through her rituals, showering with some music on with gouts o...
This has been written as a one-off while I write some more stories for Jason & Katie. This story is quite different to the 'Jason & Katie' stuff, but rest assured it still involves lots of hyper action! This one has some heavy BDSM elements, and has a pretty dark ending, so if that's not your thing then maybe skip this one. But if it sounds like you...
Chapter 1 The apartment was perfect! It was a nice upgraded one bedroom place in an older neighborhood near the Concord BART (Bay Area Transit System) stop. It made for an easy commute into the city. She could enjoy the fun and excitement of San Francisco without the super high cost housing. In fact this place was a great deal, under $1,000, which was next...
Walking from the elevator I reread the address that I was given last week. I found myself on a row of professional looking offices, and while I could not imagine where I had thought that this practitioner might work, the deep pile carpet of the corridor had a soothing effect on my nerves and spirits. It was a long corridor and at last I came to an oak door w...
Upon entering the room, all of the young nurses' eyes were on the prone slave. Of course, none of them knew that he was a slave, captured and used by another nurse and her two roommates. Each of the nurses was examining the prone figure, under the sheet. Three things were immediately obvious to them, one: he was masked in a black leather hood, two: that his...
Author's Note: the third story from "The Island" series where we find out a little about Jenny. *** III. Jenny's story Episode I. A slave must suffer Hi! My name is Jenny. I'm 20, and I should be the happiest slavegirl in the world! At first, I should introduce my Master. My Master's name is... just Master, he is imaginable. He lives only in the mind of...
Hannah felt herself floating, free and slow, drifting inside her own mind as a finger slid in and out of her mouth. She suckled without thought other than the pleasure it gave her. She tried to focus, to remember when this even started. Instead all that she saw were colors behind her eyes, the sounds of couples fucking in a fevered heat making her sweat in w...