The hunter's moon shone brightly as Veronica walked home alone from the dance. It was cooler than she had anticipated and so wore nothing warmer than a silk blouse and short skirt on. She rubbed her arms frequently trying to fight off the chill. Her 'glorious' boyfriend had decided to dump her tonight of all nights. She had stormed out without a ride and wit...
This story is a continuation of "Silent Submission," but under a new title because I found there is already another series under the original title. It would be helpful to read my Silent Submission story first, but not necessary, as its story line is summarized early on here. I appreciate feedback. Let me know if you like these stories, or what didn't work f...
"I'm really excited about this class -- I want to learn all I can about needle play," S said. I sat behind the wheel next to a woman I barely knew. We were driving back to my place from a night out. I listened carefully as she told me about drawing blood from a consenting masochist, the details bringing a flush to my face I hoped the darkness concealed. I...
Magic isn't easy folks, let no one tell you otherwise. I stand over the grave of one Parvati Gagandeep, patiently waiting for her to rise. The gal isn't making it easy for me. I sit on a tombstone right across from her modest grave, chowing down on some Mexican food. It's a really cold night out here in the Montreal Road sector of Ottawa, Ontario. Just in ca...
Despite her disappointment that she hadn't yet made her way back into her Master's bed, Alanna truly enjoyed their next week together. She loved the morning ritual of having her Master fill her with the butt plug, then giving her a light and pleasurable spanking, before pleasuring him with her mouth. A couple of times, instead, Master would tip her back onto...
I'd spent over an hour on the living room floor being beaten, humiliated, fucked – then beaten again. Twelve strokes into the second thrashing, her phone rang. After delivering lucky thirteen, she checked the caller ID. Grumbling, she dropped the sweat-slick tawse on the couch, then snatched the phone from the end table. Moments later, she was engaged in con...
She stands in the doorway and watches him sleep, his strong body curled up on its side. He had put her through hell today, with all his teasing and tormenting, and that incessant grin of his, and now was her chance for payback... Slipping quietly into the bedroom, she stops at the end of the bed with a sly smirk on her face. As she tip-toes around to the si...
It all came about because my husband, Roger, and I took in a lodger. She was a lovely young thing, a tall blonde, beautifully built if slightly on the muscular side, and the local girls school's new physical education mistress. I say "school", it was more of a home for wayward girls aged between 18 and 20 years – a place they would be sent to avoid going to...
"Wake up slut." Oh no. I must have slept all day. Instead of waiting by the door for my wife's arrival, I was still in bed. I was so angry with myself for not doing my husbandly duties, for disappointing my Mistress/Wife, for earning a severe caning. Something was wrong though. She didn't seem angry or upset. Quite the opposite, she seemed quite pleased....
Dear Mom, Thanks for the lemon bars. It'll help me stay awake during my property class. Tell Rylie that I'll bring back her mohair coat, don't have a cow. So you were asking me about how things are going with Spalding. I was so glad you and Dad liked him when you came up to school. I agree he's cute and has a good sense of humor, and Dad said Spal was obv...