Her mouth dropped open in surprised astonishment at such an outrageous command. He smirked inwardly, but reached out a long finger and pushed her chin until her mouth snapped shut. Looking directly into her frightened eyes, his voice took on a low and commanding tone. "You will do this for me. If not, we'll get back in the car and return to the club and Pete...
After ten minutes at a working trot, William asked for more twenty-meter circles at an extended trot. Ashley could glimpse the clock on a wall just outside the arena. Her heart leapt with hope. Her hour was nearly over, and she knew William wouldn't extend the lesson. At this point, an orgasm was accelerating in her loins like a souped up Bugatti. Her bree...
Kate stood in the doorway, leaning against the door sill. Hope was flowing out of her eyes with her tears. She wanted to run back into the house, and beg Ellis. She wanted to erase her demands, and continue her adventure. She knew that she could not. She knew she must have all of Ellis, or none. When her hope was gone, she straightened up to close the door....
"Wall." Who knew such a mundane word could be so thrilling. I heard it yesterday in response to being just a teeny tiny bit cheeky. And ended up with a whip mark running down my back. That reminded me all day of what happens when you're just a teeny tiny bit cheeky. It was later, much later, I heard it again. And even though I knew I was going to be wh...
It was an old building with whitewashed clapboard walls and a tin roof. Several large lights hung from the ceiling. The lights added to the oppressive heat. From the walls to the center were low wooden tiers that descended to the center, each tier only five or six inches higher than the next inside. The tiers were occupied by a folding chairs, some metal, so...
"Hey, Tom...er Mr. Fairchild. Did you catch the Ajax ad in the Trib?" Bob Haml stuck his head in the door of the walnut-paneled conference room. Tom Fairchild looked up from the papers on the table and grinned. "Yep. Star night. The wicked wheel strikes again. I'm on the wheel committee this quarter so I was a witness. I wish I could tell you the name of th...
This is part two of her 24-hour journey, her conversion from woman to...well, something to be defined by Him. Please share your thoughts and suggestions for where she should go next. PAIN He returned quietly, so quietly she didn't hear him. Her eyes closed, she didn't open them when he turned on the soft, glowing red light that would allow him to see duri...
Monday Night Part 2 (Tuesday Night) That car was hot and humid from the days heat. The temperature had reached at least 90 and as the evening drew in it began to cool the air a little. A stiff evening breeze flowed around the car as they drove to the deserted beach house. It was Jess’s private beach house, so there were no chances of interruptions for what...
Twenty-two-year-old Noomi had lived a privileged life in her father's Londinium townhouse on Altruvia, but ever since capture by the humans of Canberra, she had been a sex slave. Her job was to please her master. This meant showing off her body like a whore every time he drove her into town in front of his ponycart. Noomi's pussy was bare and depilated, but...
Majorly revised. It has an ending now, for one thing. I hope readers like it more. Sorry wasn't better from the start. On Being Told I Am Not Interesting The stupid photographer said I was not interesting. Stupid jerk. So superior and snooty. I am over six feet tall, I have blonde hair down to the middle of my back and a good figure. How could he say I wa...