The next morning came too soon. Being an hour away from home had the huge disadvantage of requiring me to get up an hour earlier. And with two of us taking turns in the shower and then in front of the fogged up mirror in the bathroom, Julie and I had very little time to talk about last night, or for that matter the upcoming night when she was going to a part...
This is a story viewed from 2 vintage points, JJ a dominant master and Tom, the male half of a couple of would-be slaves. JJ I was invited to a party by one of my suppliers, this Saturday afternoon. The weather was great and everybody congregated in the garden around the swimming pool. Many people actually were in the pool, but I did not have my swimming t...
Author's notes: This story is loosely (very loosely) based on actual events. I want to thank the person who told me their story and allowed me to write about it with creative license. I'm glad he enjoyed it when he read it. Now comes the warning. There is no sex in this story. There wasn't a place to put it without making it gratuitous. I know this is an e...
AUTHOR'S NOTE Here's Part 2. If it took too long, I'm sorry. For those of you who commented on Part 1--or even bothered reading it, for that matter--thank you. It should go without saying that if you haven't read Part 1, you should do so now. Again, any and all comments are most appreciated. NINE The next morning at seven found me at Uncle Jack's doorst...
Day 1—The Plan I have been fat as long as I can remember. I have tried various diets with no lasting success. Being uncomfortable with my body was probably one of the many factors that drew me into being a submissive. Two years ago, I met the Domme of my dreams. My Mistress was about 5'10" but towered well over 6' tall in the heels she usually wore. Her hai...
~ AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thankyou for the support shown to Craving for Mr.Klein. As you know, these types of stories are highly unlikely to happen in real life (lucky you, if this doesn't apply to you.) The stories we share here are works of our imagination, and what is life without messing around with our creativity? This is a purely fictitious story and any resem...
The horse ride back to the ranch was long and painful for Rachel, Troy and I. By the time we arrived there was only a couple of hours before I had to leave with my Parents in Law, Ben and Jane, and my husband, Michael, for the drive back to the airport and the flight home. I dived into the bathroom to have a shower with Michael, but once I had removed what...
Spencer couldn't believe it. His mum had won a holiday to Ibiza from a competition off the back of a box of cornflakes. First, she'd told him she wasn't going to take him, which wasn't such a huge shock. The prize was for two and of course she'd take her boyfriend, that arsehole Roger. But then, instead of having three weeks on his own, she'd asked her old...
"Click... clack... click... clack... click... clack," the echo off high heels walking across a freshly polished floor filled the lobby of Claybourne High School as one its teachers made her way inside from the frigid, mid-January temps outside. It was a cold Friday morning with a light dusting of snow covering much of suburban Ohio town Kim Dudley, and her...
Cara is so looking forward to her third visit to The Dungeon Room. She spends all week planning her schedule so that she knows there will be no interruptions come next Saturday. She has selected the school uniform shop where she needs to be the school clothes, and is really looking forward to doing that this afternoon. She wants to pick out the nicest unifo...