Ay: Temmuz 2025

1: Bottoms for Hire. Thirty-two Winchester Road sat just off the main bypass heading into the West End of London where small businesses and retailers of all shapes and sizes went about their trade. Today was the 20th of November and a steady drizzle fell from leaden skies as the huddled masses of the grand…

Martha waited impatiently for Saundra to join her. Her clamped nipples were deliciously tender as they rubbed against the bedspread. But the sensations only just whet her arousal for her Mistress. She was excited how well Saundra was easing into the role of the Domme. She had noticed Saundra blushing now and then but that…

I was feeling flustered. Being bound, gagged and blindfolded was normally a good way to heighten my senses. Add the weightlessness and slight sway from the swing, and I was on tenterhooks. I took a moment to concentrate on what my body was experiencing. My arms and legs were cuffed to the chains that attached…

She eased out of the back door into the breeze of the night air, carefully quiet, listening for a break in the snores. The guilt of the need less than the need itself. The porch light switch on the small cabin remained in the off position. She liked it that way. Her amber eyes were…

The waiting is always the most intense part. Waiting; alone in my room, alone with my thoughts. A whirling confusion of thoughts, a mixture of feelings. But I keep returning to the inescapable present, to the unavoidable, existential fact that now I have no choice. I have made my decision, and whatever is going to…

In my five years at the university, I’ve never seen or met anyone like her. Not even close. Even the way she walked into class on the first day. It was less of a walk and more of a glide. Floating across the room above the other trudging students. Easing into her seat front and…

I’m sure I went a deathly pale, as the books are so fond of saying. I still didn’t know what the hell he meant, but it sounded far too ominous. I’d asked him what ‘come home’ meant, and he said he was my home now. How can a person be a home? It struck me…

Monday morning proved uneventful as far as Jennings was concerned. All the tigers had behaved better than expected, and the training session had gone almost perfectly. In addition, two executives from the movie studio had ‘happened’ by and were suitably impressed with his work. Jennings was thinking about taking the afternoon off and either lounging…

Lady, that’s Fred’s wife’s dog. He can’t stand the mutt. She slobbers, she stinks, she sheds. What’s to like? But lately Fred has been taking Lady for a nightly walk: voluntarily! It all started the week Charlene went to Chicago to care for her mother after minor surgery. Fred is not by nature a voyeur….

Chapter 7: Stilettos Her voice was throaty. It was also a bit slurred—I guess she’d drunk her share of the champagne as well. But which of her words were the important ones? That my master’s name was Dave? Did I even really want to know that? That he was a wuss—so was she going to…