It's dark, wooden, old. The two of them stroll up the steps, creaking beneath their feet. Moonie's heart about to explode from her chest with excitement. "What is this you guys have planned for me?" she asks. "What? Don't trust us?" Gaiden answers, then smiles. "I trust not to trust you" she jokes. They come to the top. Golden light shines through the ou...
Trent's descent into submission had him immersed in a euphoria he could never have envisaged as he immediately began to be subjected to a life of constant domination at the hands of his Mistress and her superior feminine household. He assumed the lowest position of service at the residence, marshalled strictly with immediate effect from day one by Hilda and...
***Author's Note*** This story is a companion piece to my earlier story "A Time-Traveler's Lust" and any stories in the "A Time-Traveler" series. You don't have to read those to understand this story. They are all meant to make sense individually, as well as together. *********************************** Victorian London: A rat-and-smog-filled show of hum...
It was October 31. Halloween. A night for haunts, spooks, tricks and treats. The night when the worlds between the living and the dead overlapped and they could celebrate together, or so the local legends tell me. The deep south was especially rich in history and chilling tales of deceased plantation owners and their families roaming their lands amongst the...
Chapter 2—A Ray of Hope James was naked when he woke on Saturday morning. His bout of self-pleasuring the prior night filtered back into his consciousness. He had performed an act that he had vowed that he never would. It was a vow made only to himself. He had never broken his vows made to others, and to God, only this private one. As he lay in bed perusing...
Always on the prowl for "the deal", I am a habitual browser of online coupon services. A couple of years ago, I came across an offer that I couldn't refuse; a 50% reduction for a one-hour massage at Northside Holistic Body Works. I was on it faster than a dog on a fire hydrant. Ever since my army days in Thailand in 1969, I've been a massage enthusiast. Adm...
Copyright Oggbashan June 2002 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. This is a story in the "Silverbridge" series but can be read on its...
Some close friends had recently stayed in an old 1892 Victorian Bed & Breakfast in San Francisco called Chateau Tivoli. When they returned, they raved about it and encouraged my wife and I to pay it a visit. Since we have not taken a vacation out of our local area for some time and it had been years since we last visited San Francisco, I decided to book us a...
In front of a roaring fire that kept the crisp coldness of a December morning at bay, Lizzie turned the page of her special book and continued to read the words of Miss Asher: "It was with a sudden moment of clarity that I found the very thought of bending over a Gentleman's knee quite the most thrilling thing ever. The idea of submitting myself to the firm...
This is my first story, and I'm quite nervous about it. It is based on what happened a few years ago, though I have changed a few details to protect anonymity. It's quite graphic with some descriptions of bodily functions, which do not offend me but if they do you, you might want to look at something else The characters are over 18. Comments are welcome. *...