Alcazar on Utopia Stories Library

Antoine's Revenge

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A story of how a planned revenge can go wrong. Published as part of the bundle ‘The Cyber Trap’

His mother came into his room, wearing a dressing gown and holding her mobile against her left ear, saying ‘Antoine? It’s Aunt Nicole. She asks if you can help her out for a couple of days’. She’s moved to that new position I’ve told you about. She needs help with the house. Putting things away, mowing the lawn. And she’ll pay you for it’.

Just Another Kind of Job

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A story of how to beat unemployment and more besides…

She parked her car a block away and walked the rest. Mentally she checked what she had on her; nothing that could give a clue to her real identity. But even so…you could not be too careful, she thought. As she looked down the street she saw some unsavoury youths hanging around. The neighbourhood was going down, fast. But that was not her concern. She looked at the familiar door and rang the bell.

Miss Elanine's Fantasy Fulfilled

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: What happens to a weekend crossdresser when he gets involved with a wicked mistress…

‘You’re late, Elaine!’

‘I am sorry, Mistress. I was delayed at work. And I had to dress and make up…’

‘Spare me the excuses, you stupid slut! You know I don’t tolerate being kept waiting. So I’ll punish you for this!’

‘But Mistress…’ he started to protest but she cut him short.

‘Take off that blouse!’

Nordic Dominance

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: An unsuspecting technician walks with his eyes wide open into a femdom trap.

This story consists of a number of personal experiences as well as fictional events.

The engine sound suddenly changed and the plane took a definite nose-down attitude. A ringtone sounded as the ‘fasten seatbelts’ sign was illuminated. Sighing I fastened the strap across my lap. The little plane heaved and shuddered and I looked out of the vibrating window but saw only ink black darkness outside.

Runaway Chair

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This story is part of the collection ‘The Bondage Tales’ that has been published with A1Adultebooks.

It describes the nightmare experience of a female fetish sub in a bondage chair that goes wild…

The meeting dragged on and on and I hid a yawn behind my hand. I leaned back in the black leather conference chair and felt the garters slide seductively over my thighs as I crossed my legs. Suddenly I found it hard to concentrate on a boring PowerPoint slide showing the latest sales figures and my thoughts drifted away from this endless meeting, to him…

The Countess of Symiade

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is chapter one of a forthcoming novel about the BDSM adventures of a female artist abducted in southern France.

Chapter 1: Abducted

The afternoon quiet had settled over the provincial town of Aix-en-Provence. A bright Mediterranean sun was beating down on the Cours Mirabeau when she emerged from ‘Les Deux Garcons.’ Paula blinked at the glare as and walked off, a little unsteadily after a luxurious lunch with the gallery owner. They had celebrated the end of a very successful 10-day exhibition. Almost all of her exhibited work had been sold. Each day she had spoken to very interested potential customers. One of them even had talked about a commission to decorate his villa in Antibes….

The Country Weekend

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A quiet weekend in a country mansion that radically changed a young couples’ life…

1. A Victorian Evening…

‘Turn left’ purred the navigation system’s seductive female voice and he obediently turned into a narrow country lane. The winding lane was hemmed in between grey stone walls and widened only now and then. The walls restricted his view to the next twist in the road so he slowed down and silently prayed there would be no oncoming traffic. When the road abruptly ended, in front of a firmly locked steel gate in a high stone wall, he let out a sigh of relief while the navigation system cooed ‘you have reached your destination!’

The Cyber Trap

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Responding to many requests I have written this story as a sort of sequel to ‘Runaway Chair’ . It is now the title story of a collection of BDSM tales published as ‘The Cyber Trap’

The receptionist at the Hilton Olympia looked embarrassed as she said: ‘I am sorry madam, Mr Tigliani checked out 09.30 his morning. No, he did not leave a message…’

I held my breath and closed my eyes while I slowly counted to ten. Then I let out my breath and I forced myself to smile at the girl. When I left the lobby I felt ready to kill that pompous asshole of an Italian who had absolutely insisted on one of our sales representatives’ meeting him in this hotel for a ‘commercial discussion’. And who simply had left without even a call on my cell phone!

The Latex Lure

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This story has been published as part of the bundle ‘The Cyber Trap and other BDSM stories’ (available as e-Book in various formats)

‘Have a nice day, Miss MacKay!’ the agent said as he left.

She breathed deeply and looked around her, still not really believing her luck. Finding a completely furnished semi-detached on a short term lease; immediately available and at a fantastically reasonable price!

‘The owner works on one of the oil rigs in the Gulf’ the estate agent had said ‘and he won’t be back for a year at least. So he instructed us to lease it to someone who could be relied on not to muck the place up…’ She had hurriedly signed the contract and had assured the agent she would treat the house and furniture as if it was her own.