Olivia sat, staring into her cup of tea. After a busy morning at the checkouts, she was glad to be away from the till and quietly stared around her. Across the restaurant, a young woman rustled her newspaper after placing her order with the waitress. Dressed in a navy blue trouser suit and sharp pointed heels, she oozed a raw sense of power and control. Oliv...
Amanda had come away for a weekend, one night in this city. She'd arranged to meet an old friend for a drink while she was here. On the train she wondered whether he would comment on the change in her appearance, whether she would still secretly think he was fit, and whether they'd have enough to talk about. Pushing these thoughts to the back of her mind she...
Please read The Submissive Boy first as this story follows on from that. *** Emily was waiting in the supermarket car park when her phone rang. It was Liam wanting to know if they could get together that afternoon. 'Sorry Liam, I can't today. I've been invited over for coffee at Mrs Scott's house. Oh here she is now. I have to rush. Talk to you soon.' T...
I dangled from the manacles, my toes touching the cement floor. My arms, stretched above me in chains, ached terribly. The sun was hot on my nude body. There were welts on my legs. A board, with marks on the front that I presumed to be writing, was at my belly, attached to a length of coarse twine that went about my collared neck. I watched the comin...
I walked nervously into the small waiting room and gave the person sitting behind the front desk my name and said it was my first time as I had been told to do. The woman asked for my signature on a number of forms and to certify that the information I'd filled out online was correct. Then she gave me a small, black card with the number 34 printed in white....
Daisy hadn't meant to make him mad. Not really. She was just having one of those days. And it had been so long since he had reminded her of her place. He always said that when she was overwhelmed with responsibility it was his job to treat her like the little girl she was. He had been so busy lately that he hadn't been doing that, and she had felt the urge t...
CHAPTER 3 TAKEN TO A DUNGEON BY LISE Saturday we got up late Lise and I had spent a good part of the moaning making out. After lunch. "Fran , I promised you a nice surprise for today it is time to get ready to go." "Will you tell me what it is?" "No but you will enjoy it I am sure. You will not be hurt Marge would come down here and kill me if you wer...
Stan Parks parked his battered pickup in the parking lot at the back of the two-story library building in the town of White Oak, Missouri. He had driven that evening the thirty miles from the campground where he stayed in a miniscule 14-foot camping trailer. He had started work the previous week for a construction company in the area, helping to frame houses...
New York City, 1963 Stella approached the perfume counter with calculated nonchalance. It wasn't the same shop girl today, thank heavens. She could simply breeze past the trays of colognes and take her ritual sniff of Chanel Pour Monsieur, and no one would be the wiser. She consulted her watch. Her palms started to sweat a little. How ridiculous. Why did...
Dearest Doctor Gratiano, I had been enjoying your communications immensely, and had often wondered how I might actively profit by your insights, when a quick peek at my husband's browser history made it immediately clear that he could be made into the perfect obedient husband — or perhaps I should say wife? Things really began to develop after he was laid...