NB These stories are set in a different "universe" to the Galactic Gynarchy ones. The two series are unrelated. ***** Chapter 2 – Preparing to leave Earth One morning, about ten days after his enslavement, Alex was awoken in his cell by Nurse Sing and Doctor Sing. Neither was dressed for work – Nurse Sing wore a severe black dress that clung to her athlet...
My name is Richard Schwartz and I am married to Ellen Schwartz. We have been married for three years. Currently I am being held prisoner by Farc rebels deep in the Colombian jungle. I am being held with the wife of my best friend Amy Wallace. My wife and Ellen's husband Jeff are being held out of our view on the other side of this rebel camp This journal is...
Chapter one The preparations for my wedding proceeded apace, I was never allowed to see my wedding dress and was kept hooded during all of the fittings for it, these fittings were numerous and each time the skirt was made tighter, I wondered how on earth I would be able to walk in it. My training in every area increased, my voice coach visiting daily, my co...
Wendy and I were good friends in High School; I played football and was a jock. She was a Volleyball player and we became good friends. I had no steady girlfriend and she was a little on the heavy side. I ask here if we could go to the Prom as just friends and she accepted. We arrived sat with some friends her and I went for a walk around the hotel. As we s...
My humiliation was sublime as the jeering women clapped my approach to the caning bench, my cock rigid as I was led like a lamb to the slaughter by Myrna, her elegant mature form shimmering in the full-length black silk cloak; the erotic shape of her womanly buttocks teasing my eyes in the silk as she strode with magnificent deliberation. I was ordered to th...
She did this every year, so the call came as no surprise. In fact, I had been expecting it for the last few days. The only surprise was that it took so long. I was sitting with my wife having our coffee after dinner when the phone rang. As I got up to answer, my wife gave me a knowing glance but did not say a word. It was as if we both knew instinctively. "...
My wife calls me a dork, but she smiles when she says it. I guess I can be childish, or child-like as I like to think of it. Usually she finds it my most entertaining trait, the one that keeps our life fun and exciting. Sometimes, not so much. Like this one time...But I should set the scene first. Our house is ruled by a little 5 year old nosy demon that c...
For nearly ten years, Brian and I had enjoyed one success after another as business partners. We shared an entrepreneurial spirit. We are both geniuses in our own right; me as the creative force and he as the technical wizard. Success is never boring. Wealth is more a blessing than a curse. There are the creature comforts of nice homes, stable of nice vehicl...
Edited by Sussurrus Tuesday Morning at the Spa Tuesday morning dawned with the broken, puffy clouds typical of a summer day in the Caribbean. A few couples and small groups still slept or stumbled groggily back toward their rooms from where they'd collapsed the night before. Some people, sticky with cum, oil, or other fluids, took advantage of the showers...
We had gone out on a date that night: dinner and a movie, nothing to exciting. We had dropped the kids off at my parents, so I thought that we could take advantage of it and not rush home. I suggested going for a walk in the park, dancing, or something else if she had any ideas. Hell, I was open for anything other than going home. Then she said no. She sai...