Not an Accident -or- Tools: Their Variety and Safe Use Brooke and I were just over an hour into a whole-afternoon crash-course to teach her the basics of hand-tools, both powered and not. The idea was to quickly render her at least relatively safe around them. Things had been going swimmingly: she was paying close attention and --what with her IQ appro...
There I sat, naked and bound to a chair. The rope was tightly bound over my boobs, digging into my nipples, hurting them, making my massive boobs look like four globes instead of two. A rope ran over my crotch too, digging into my labia, rubbing against my clit, creating a painful yet pleasant sensation. Trupti stood a few feet away from me. Also completely...
Mabel had never in her life been kicked in the bollocks. But from how she had heard it described to her, she felt all the symptoms of a massive boot to her balls. As usual under stress, Mabel's thinking processes accelerated, she was frantically trying to process what Alison had just said. Alison was pregnant. You fucking, selfish, stupid, Cunt, flashed th...
Finally it was 4:30, and time to leave work for the week. Not that the day hadn't been stimulating so far, but I was eager to see what Karen had planned for me this particular evening. The day had started like every Friday for the past 5 months: Wake up, shave my legs, then kneel on the floor before Karen and paint her toenails a deep red. Next I made breakf...
To really understand this story you have to go all the way back to the day that dad died. It wasn't just that he threw himself under a train, that was just the start of the nightmare. It turned out he'd been the victim of a con man and, while investing in his fool's gold, he had spent all his meager savings and mortgaged the house to the hilt. This meant tha...
Jennifer flopped down in one of the overstuffed arm chairs near the fire place. She put her feet up on a stool and wrapped the white terry cloth robe tighter, snuggling into the soft fabric and took a sip of a wonderful red wine, compliments of her employer. She closed her eyes and relaxed, letting out a long sigh. Rain softly drummed against the windows and...
Prologue THE LAST STAND This story is a work of fiction. All resemblance to people or places is purely coincidence. Thanks to DesertPirate for his assistance. Through the dark he rode. The path down the pass was narrow to the bottom where it came out of the ancient forest to a small castle. He held is side where he had been hit by an arrow. He knew tha...
Chapter 28 -- The End - Part 2 Beth and Jason had a marvelous evening with a romantic dinner at a nice French restaurant followed by a comedy at the theater. At Beth's bequest, they went back to his frat rather than her room. Jason understood why and didn't question her request. Chad wasn't there either. Kyle and he were out with Connie and Sophie for the...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Gayle is the young American woman who has taken on a six month contract to be a submissive maid to Hamish while living in a Scottish castle. This is in order to pay her mother's medical bills. We left our heroine on Wednesday night after recouping from stinging nettles and a disheartening call home for the first time. ***** CHAPTER NINE TH...
After Inga had returned home I felt lonely and after a couple of days I got horny. I had got laid several times during the week mother’s friend Inga had spent with us. And not only by Inga but also their friend Anna had been generous to me. I had learnt to like fucking and to give pleasure to women with my mouth and tongue. Lena, our lovely young maid, hadn...