Author's Note: I let my fantasy’s and desires guide me as this story played out almost by itself. When you look at the story codes you’d think that I was really into some sort of really perverted medical play. That really couldn’t be farther from the truth. This story really isn’t about perverted, or any other kind of medical play; it’s about what happened to me beginning with that fateful Thursday afternoon. ...

Author's Note: Deep in the heart of rural Suffolk sits a secluded mansion house; the subject of numerous rumours and tales of strange goings-on. Into this environment, three women are drawn. They have never met, but their paths are destined to converge, and their lives become inextricably entangled with…The Secrets of Shackleton Grange…. Chapter 1 - Cathy The Cat Burglar Cathy scaled the perimeter wall and momentarily sat atop the high brick structure. Her eyes swiftly scanned the landscape in front of her; no trace of guard dogs roaming the overgrown lawns, no sign of security personnel or movement sensitive lighting. In fact, aside from the wall and the securely locked wrought iron gates, there was very little sign of there being any preventative measures having been put in place to deter trespassers from getting into the grounds. Her gaze drifted further afield, towards the mansion house about one hundred yards in front of her. The rambling old building, with its Tudor architecture, had seen better days, but was still quite impressive, even when viewed in twilight. How many rooms were there? There must be at least a hundred, Cathy guessed, taking into account the towers that rose at each corner above the main body of the building. Although not visible from this angle, Cathy knew - having cased the joint carefully over the past few weeks - that the house was actually built in the shape of a U, with the two arms, or wings, creating a vast courtyard at the rear. Adjacent to this, a number of outhouses, including a stable block, had been added at a later date. Set in more than a hundred acres of mainly wooded countryside, deep in the heart of rural Suffolk and more than a mile from the nearest village, Shackleton Grange retained an air of mystery about it. At one time the rural retreat of an aristocrat or lord of the realm, the present owners kept themselves to themselves and were rarely seen, even by the local populace. In fact, no one really seemed to know who lived here. But whoever they were, they must be extremely rich, Cathy reasoned, to be able to have bought, and then maintain, such a vast estate. And it was this wealth that had acted as an incentive for her coming here tonight. ...

Author's Note: This story is a minor offshoot of The Hotel. This story will stand alone, but will have more context if The Hotel is read first. Prelude My name is Fatimah bint Mahmoud bin Abdulaziz Al-Fulan - my Master calls me Teema. I was his ward until I reached my twentieth birthday. The reason that I actually reached that date, is due to his kindness in keeping me safe from a certain set of relatives in my native country. My parents were fairly important government employees in the foreign service, and we spent most of our lives living in some embassy somewhere in the world. During that time, I picked up fluency in almost a dozen languages. ...

The two of us stood side by side. Well, we were ten feet apart, both housed in tall steel cages, but at least we were close to each other. The room was silent. In front of us was a panel of judges. We had been brought down into this complex two days ago, captured after my sister had made one too many phone calls from one building. After tracing the calls, agents had burst in on us. We were arrested and taken into custody. ...

Part 1 It was a late summer evening and the setting sun gave everything a red glow. Thomas used the prettiness of the scene as an excuse to stare out the window of the house he rented just north of Seattle. In truth he barely noticed the view but instead he was anxiously waiting for a visitor. The people at the service had just given him a block of time like the cable company; they said their representative would be there between 4 PM and 8 PM. So he waited. As luck would have it he was in the bathroom when the doorbell embarrassingly played the first four notes of Beethoven’s Fifth Symphony. He almost hurt himself putting his penis back in his pants and then, after a quick debate over taking the time to wash his hands (he decided no) he ran through the living room and opened the door. ...

Author's Note: I hope I have adequately conveyed my wonderful story in my first attempt at publishing. All events contained are true. It seem to be the typical day for Amber as she entered the home of Master. The usual early wake up and long drive down to his house seemed nearly routine though, the last visit was a few months past and the girl was anxious for what was to come. Although, her expectations were not different from any past visit, Amber did not know what was awaiting her. ...

The three girls slowly approached the mummy. It was lying on its back on a table with its ankles locked in metal stocks. It was completely wrapped in white bandages except for a dark object sticking straight up. “Wow, is that a real penis?” the blonde asked. “Try it and see,” replied Candy. The blonde grasped the latex-covered penis, and the mummy moaned in response. She rubbed her hand up and down and the mummy arched it’s back and raised it’s pelvis. ...

Author's Note: This story is a multi part story, that I write when I can’t sleep. I plan on having multiple parts across time, featuring Alicia as a PI and as a naive space adventurer. If this receives enough attention, I may begin working on it in the day :) Also, this isn’t by any way supposed to be historically correct, so just excuse any silliness/unrealism in the writing. I did my best to keep it plausible,however. ...

Chapter 1 Where do I start? … well, my name is Helen and I work as a Bond trader for a US investment bank in Canary Wharf. From losing my virginity at 15 I’ve always been promiscuous, my early years spent discovering the joys (or sometimes not) of teenage sex. At 22 I was introduced to bondage by a boyfriend’s father. To this day I’m not sure whether the incident was planned or a genuine opportunistic event, but it changed my life forever. ...

“I don’t know about this” said my gorgeous wife Lynn, “I know I said I would like to spice up our sex life with some toys but I thought you would do the shopping for both of us” “Sorry love, that’s not part of the deal” I said, “if we do this we do it all together” “Okay then” she said, gulping with trepidation, “let’s get it over with” After getting changed into loose fitting but comfortable clothes we set off to the sex shop that had opened up the previous week about ten miles from home. Just close enough to be convenient but far enough away to remove the risk of meeting anyone we knew. ...