She awoke from her peaceful long sleep. Stretching to reach for her alarm clock, her muscles protest. It was 8 hours since she laid her heavy head down, yet it feels like it could be no more than 2. Straight away she remembers what he asked of her before he left out this morning; she slowly reaches over to pick up the dictaphone and camera from the bedside...
Chapter One-Her POV She looked forward to his visit each month. This man, her man, would stop into The Blue Rose for recreation; cards, drinking, and sex. She had learned to read his moods over the past 6 months. That is when he landed on her radar. He had been coming there longer than that, but one night, 6 months ago, he chose her. Upon arrival, he woul...
PROLOGUE: **A room with hand laid flooring and rock walls is lit with torches in wall sconces, casting just enough light to see the beautiful handcrafted equipment and toys, laid throughout the room. In the center of the room, on plush red velvet cushions, kneels a naked girl. Her head is bowed, eyes cast down in obedience. Her long red hair is tightly brai...
Down a quiet country road there stood a 2-story white farmhouse. It faced the south so the warm afternoon sun would warm the living room and an upstairs bedroom. Coming up in to the yard you saw a 100+ year old oak standing stately in the front yard. A well worn tire swing hung there – waiting for play. Passing the tree you caught a glimpse of something and...
In 1994 Madonna went to Spain to promote her new album, Bedtime Stories. While on the tour, she decided that her first video off the album would involve bullfighting. While on the shoot in Andulicia, she rented an entire hotel to herself. Two months after her trip to Spain she became pregnant. The matador in the video was actually played by Emilio Munoz, bu...
You call me, and tell me that you have a surprise for me. I ask, "What sort?". You say, "One that you are sure to enjoy." You continue to tell me that you will pick me up at 8 sharp and to be sure to bring my coat and state, "It will be chilly." You know that I will be wearing one of my usual outfits for when we have the chance to meet. Skirt, stocking...
~Note from Crab~ First of all, Alice, calling your friends 'slaves' is silly, second of all, Malice and Malena, you're little Skyrim stuff, done, here, eat! Also, I am back after a rather harsh sickness! But not even a cold can't keep Crab down! ~End of note from Crab, drawing of crab~ ***** Behind any invading force is a tyrant, a creature sadistic enou...
The blindfold slips over her eyes and her breath quickens. She closes her eyes as he tightens it to not let in any light or have the fabric against her eyes. Without her sight, she's unanchored in the room, directionally disoriented. Her breath hitches in excitement. She likes being adrift, with him her North Star in endless night. He touches the side of her...
He walked in with the air of one whom belonged. And he barely gave her a glance where she knelt upon the floor. Instead he walked to the bar and poured himself a brandy which he sipped slowly as he stared at her. She was naked as she was supposed to be. Her long red curls fell so sweetly about her face, which she was keeping low to the floor. Her hands were...
Mistress Martine and Master Jack watched as their slave sonja stretched out her muscles in their little dungeon. They believed that a fit slave was more fun to use and more flexible. "You see Jack," Martine gestured with her hand. "Now that long stringy hair will not get in the way." Jack had to laugh. He knew Martine had been jealous of sonja's long and v...