True to form, when Stainforth was revived in his new surroundings, he was as cocky as when he had passed out. Ruth was had partly manufactured this as it suited her. She would get great pleasure from breaking him. He was at first made to think that this was still some choreographed game. The women had also drugged him to maintain an air of non-anxiety within...
Chapter 8: Post-match analysis Author's note: This story is complete fantasy. Any resemblance to people, living or dead, companies or inventions is purely accidental. The story will make more sense if chapters 1 to 7 are read first. ********** At five minutes past five on Sunday, Peter and Jenny were sitting comfortably in the living room of David and S...
When I arrived home the following day, there was a package waiting for me. I opened the package to find two items; an old-fashioned clothes hanger designed for a woman's suit and weights. The hanger was wooden with a metal rod going across the bottom. The rod had two spring clamps on it from which to hang a skirt. The clamps could be moved along the rod to a...
With your hands at your sides you wait. You are dressed as he requested in a see through white lace body stocking which is more like a top with gartered lace stockings, short-pleated skirt...no bra or panties and in high heels. On the overstuffed chair next to the table you have placed the required items...nipple clamps...hairbrush...digital camera and crop...
"We'll go into the rubble and shoot-a the bastards." The band of the brotherhood of the Camorra emerged from their hiding places. Tough, hardened, burly Neapolitans, dressed in black with roughly tailored jackets and bowler hats, the distinctive tattoos of their brethren on their knuckles. "Really, there's no need. Leave them to fight it out amongst the...
Spice Plantation - Ch. 4 When we finished the food, I carried the tray back to the kitchen, dumping the garbage and putting the rest into the dishwasher. Judy was right. While I enjoy cooking and while Judy and I have spent several interesting evenings preparing semi elaborate meals, this convenience form of cooking left a lot of additional time for more in...
The reality TV show host was interviewing a young couple who wanted to appear on his show. Jillian a busty young blonde, Frank, tall and well built. Frank was explaining their ideas, a TV show that explored the wild world of BDSM and Jillian would be a willing victim and he would be the brutal master. The discussion went back and forth the host was looking...
I have displeased my father. Again. He warned me this would be the last time he tolerated such behavior. We live in a community were the Male is always in charge of the Women. Women have a voice, naturally, but ultimately, the Male decides all things. Our community has been described as a cross between Victorian and Domestic Discipline. Some have even said o...
The party was reaching a crescendo of frenzied activity. Tweedledum and Tweedledee were walking hand in hand like two little schoolboys watching proceedings excitedly when suddenly they gave a little jump in astonishment. Tweedledum looked at Tweddledee. Tweedledee looked at Tweedledum. They had simultaneously recognised the flash of the distinctive knife ta...
It was a mild September evening; the sun hung low in the Western sky and shone gold through Lucy Lewis' kitchen windows. She sat at the table with two friends of her: Henrietta Delafonte was a woman in her mid 50s, plump and dark; Tammy Laroux was a young woman in her late 20s, skinny and pale, wearing thick frame black glasses, bucktoothed, with short, dark...