"So, what do you think?" asked Cindy. Her hair was a bright green, and she wore a red vinyl minidress and matching pumps. Christmassy, thought Kalisha Connors. But Cindy was asking her about the house. She looked around. She saw the attraction of a nice place in the 'burbs, with lots of space, a view of green lawn and flowers out the back window, and a deck...
An Unknown Location. January 3rd, 2104. The wooden beam above her head creaked, gently rousing the infamously indomitable mercenary into consciousness. Her eyes fluttered. Like the careless waves of the ocean holograms she had been so entranced by in her youth, the ground swayed back and forth beneath her dangling toes. Slowly, she raised her head and stretc...
My slave collar is hidden under the collar of my coat, so as Sir and I walk into the street door of the dungeon, we look like any other couple. I am carrying my ordinary clothes in a bag, as I am wearing what Sir directed ... a flimsy set of underwear, an old dress, all of which he can cut or rip from my body. From the moment we walk through the door, I am u...
Emily was not fond of shop class, she didn't have to take it, but her friends, for whatever reason, all her friends decided to pick this over computer class, and she didn't want to be left alone in a class full of strangers doing god knows what with a computer, so shop class it was. Sadly, having her friends around didn't seem to make the class any easier,...
She was down on her back on my solid wooden table. Her hands tied in front of her, above her belly button. Her upper body held captive in a web of thin elastic rope. Her breasts, I think, still glowing from the whipping before she was placed on the table. Her eyes were covered with a blindfold held in place by a soft rope. Another rope was twisted around...
Aaron had received an unexpected email in his inbox. It was just after lunch and he had been summoned to the private study of Miss DeVille at 7 o'clock that evening. Aaron's course work needed reviewing urgently. Miss DeVille's study was in the main University building which resembled a haunted house especially on a dark evening such as this. The thunder w...
FROM: Master TO: PET SUBJECT: Instructions Hello my pet. I hope that you didn't think this business trip of mine would change things. As always, you are mine, to be used, teased, and tormented. To be played with. And to that end, here are the instructions for today's game. You will need: a wooden spoon, four clothespins, duct tape, and your small paintbr...
It was just two weeks since our first night. Since then Cindy and I began to hang out more frequently. We established a no-knock policy walking into each other houses like they were our own. We shared nightly meals, watched TV shows we both enjoyed, often spending the nights together enjoying each other's carnal company. One day she came over mumbling that h...
It was a night for seeing things. Not hallucinations or anything like that but images, like little stories appearing on the places I was concentrating on. Like on the wall beside me, as I knelt, waiting to find out what would hit next. I turned my head to the side and could see me in shadow, Kev's hand with implement would join sometimes and as I watched it...
Turning back to the stove, I picked up the wooden spoon to stir the spaghetti, noting that it was no longer stiff in the boiling water. Slowly but surely, the spaghetti was becoming more pliable, curving around the wooden spoon, curving within the contours of the large pot as I stirred. The telephone rang, so I set the spoon aside, put a lid on the smaller...