Sydian~For the Sensual For the sensual, description is everything. The collar. The collar is custom-made; one of two; her request. This particular one matches the corset. The corset—the "bustier." The collar. Literally, no choker here. She is disciplined. Her collars merely evoke ownership. She belongs. She is well kept; and kept well. Tonite: more adventur...
Deprived of vision, I lay spreadeagled on the bed. A blindfold taped across my eyes and thick silken restraints bound my wrists and ankles to the bedposts. No words were to be spoken. I was not in control, far from it, but I was there voluntarily. I had given myself over to the unseen entity known as "The Hands", someone who knew how to control, to use a wom...
Money had been tight for some time now and at 35 Jamie felt helpless in fending off the bill collectors calling each day. Her husband Tom had lost a good job some time back and was now skimming along on a mediocre wage with a smaller company. It was Monday, the day after another weekend of no nights out, no dinner at any fancy restaurants just endless Telev...
I sat in the soft leather club chair taking in the details of the office and the beautiful blond sitting across from me as I waited for her instructions. She was very tall though most of her length was in her legs. They were hard to ignore, sheathed in a nude-look nylon with a subtle seam—they probably had those dark toe and heel reinforcements too--and ac...
"All right," she replied, her hands trembling, "I'll see you soon." Samantha hung up the phone, and ran her tongue across the top of her mouth, deep in thought. It had been a week and a half since she had seen her secret lover. Circumstances beyond their control made it difficult, she told herself, as she dashed around her small apartment, cleaning this an...
Same old dead end job. Same old scary and geeky co-workers. Same old stale coffee. I looked over the pile of papers on my desk and sighed with the weary resignation that life just plain sucked. Pulling open the drawer of my desk I tossed in my purse and pulled out a couple of bucks from my cash stash and headed toward the little café across the hall. I order...
Julie and I had been married five years. We had been moved, more-or-less forcibly, by my firm, from the North of England, to the Commuter-belt, semi-detached, keeping-up-with-the-Jones's-country, and all that. Our marriage was OK. If I say it lacked a certain spark, I risk a visit from the ACP (Authors' Cliché Police) but it was probably true of many five-ye...
JOE: It is a beautiful day on the river. I come here often to fish. I enjoy the peaceful sound of the water running along the river banks and the feel of it rushing over my calves as I stand knee deep and cast my line. Even when I don't catch a thing, I feel my day has not been wasted, I think of it as a mental health day, a cleansing of my soul. I like th...
Never were there two more incompatible people than my college freshman roommate and me. Surprising, given the college required everyone planning to stay in the dorms to complete a lengthy questionnaire so they could match you with someone who had common interests. Having selected your roommate, they sent you his profile in late summer. I was certainly exci...
Opening her eyes, Kitty realised that she must have dozed off for a while. She glanced around the faces of the other people in her part of the train carriage to see if they were staring at her. None of them seemed to be paying her any attention. She was relieved. She knew that it was irrational, but Kitty dreaded making a spectacle of herself in front of st...