[This story will make more sense if you take the time to read the earlier instalments. There's a lot of severe discipline and a good deal of focus on all bodily functions, so if inclusion of those bothers you, please read no further. All characters are over 18.] Eleanor came home from work and her sister Meredith greeted her warmly as she arrived at their a...
Jabir "Jay" Ali and Mohamed Al-Nahyan grew up together in the Overbrook area of metropolitan Ottawa, Ontario. This was the hood, a place teeming with minority types, especially Somalis and Arabs, and the rest of the Canadian capital turned its nose on the area and those who dwelled there. This was a no-go area as far as 'decent capital dwellers' were concern...
The redhead dabbed and powdered herself dry, smiling as she listened to the moans of her captive, and totally broken, shell of a husband as he got over his pre-meal caning. Punishing him alone had tired her out and she was so grateful to have found Maria. The Eastern maid had a spiteful energy which was unrelenting, and she applied her natural dominance over...
Weeks after David's apology and "Act of Contrition" with Miss Ann, as Mary's mother liked to be called in discipline sessions, his physical marks were gone, but mentally he was still struggling with what happened. In addition to coming to grips with how brutally he was punished, he was also unsure about what, if anything, he should tell Mary; and he was inte...
He knew she would not be late, yet he watched for her out of the upstairs window regardless. All was in place and he was looking forward to pushing their experience. Arriving just in time, she walked confidently toward the house. She had on a rich wine coloured, body hugging shirt, a short black skirt, taupe panty hose, and her infamous fuck me boots. Her ha...
MaMa had spoken to her husband and he suggested to ask Mr. Broadwood if he could call in 2 weeks, the 23rd, she said she would check her calendar to make sure they were all "Clear" for being naked. They were, so she wrote to Mr. Broadwood. My Dear Mr. Broadwood, Excuse the informal greeting but after your visit we all feel you are more a friend now. My h...
"Hello - I - I'd like - I'm uh, supposed to make an appointment there," stammered a male voice at the other end of the phone. Bethany knew from the shaken voice what she was to ask next. "What's the case number?" she asked. "C seven one sixty four X." Bethany smiled to herself. "What day do you want to make the appointment?" "I just want to get it over...
By the time Chris reaches the park café Candice is sat outside reading a book. On this bright Spring day the place buzzes with people enjoying the open air. "Sorry I'm late, frozen points on the railway," he says, sitting down at her table a little breathlessly. She looks up, arches her eyebrows and favours him with a wider smile than the joke deserves. "...
Serendipity looked at Trevor, her student, smiling. "You keep making the same mistakes, and I don't think you are truly devoted to the piano." "No, really, I love the piano, and I want to play-" "Trevor, you like the idea of playing the piano." "Really, please, Serendipity. I can pay more-" "And all these excuses, Trevor? One week you told me your metro...
When outsiders pictured slave training, they pictured long days of sexual exertion, nubile young men and women with bodies gleaming in the lamplight, and a wonderland of exotic pleasures. Darise was always slightly disappointed to correct them, to explain the real meat of the work. There was a mystique to the popular idea of his role, a certain allure. It w...