Chapter 1 “Not a single sound from you, is that understood? I hear anything from you and I will leave you standing where you are. Is that clear?” I nodded my assent, I knew my Mistress too well already. Even though this was our first real face to face meeting, we had communicated a lot online and I was already very used to following her instructions. Once she had told me to be silent, Mistress would tolerate nothing other than absolute silence until she said otherwise. ...
Author's Note: The whole story is already written but I will be posting it in parts, (there are 5 or 6 parts). I have never posted anything online before, but have enjoyed this site for so long, that I felt it was time to add something to it. Enjoy! Part 1 I walk in the door tired from work. My beautiful wife greets me with a hug and a kiss, I tell her I am really tired from working all week and just want to get to bed early. She seems a little disappointed but comes to bed with me. After ten minutes of tossing and turning she finally gets out of bed saying she couldn’t sleep and is going to get on the computer. I am half asleep and mumble something as she walks out of the bedroom, before she reaches the door I am back asleep. Sometime during the night I feel her come back into bed, but I fall right back asleep. ...
Author's Note: He thinks that he knows what Susan will want from him during one of his regular visits to her………. but this time she has prepared a surprise for him. This is a story which was published elsewhere some time ago and which I have now updated and revised. I have to say that this is rather difficult to write………….. difficult for several different reasons. Firstly I hadn’t actually woken up this morning planning to write anything – there was no ’novel inside of me that I need to get out’. Also, I certainly have never thought about writing down what I am about to detail – at least what I think I am about to detail. Then there is my actual condition. I do not suppose that many writers work their literary magic without a stitch of clothing on. And while I could imagine that some writers might, in times of high workload, complain about being chained to their desk, I actually am. That’s right, my hands are cuffed together and there’s a long chain the end of which is padlocked to one of the links, a chain that goes back underneath the desk and which, I am told, is very firmly attached. So there’s no chance to get away even if it I had the use of my other limbs……. which I don’t. Its not my desk though. No, its my….Ahhhh. Sorry dear reader I’ve just been told that the introduction paragraph is too long and that I am to “get on with it”. ...
I don’t know how long I have been lying here like this in my own little world, kept safe from all the horrors of the world and its troubles. There is no one to disturb or torment me. I am securely trussed in a body bag of sorts. Well, it is not really a body bag. My arms enfold me in a leather straight jacket, giving me a chance to have a comforting hug with myself! The straps have been pulled tight behind my back and between my legs. Attached to this is a leather one leg bag that holds both my legs together. The laces and straps on this have been severely pulled tight as well. I have given up trying to shake the bag off, but not only for want of trying, but it is possible to shake my legs any more. My body and legs have been tightly strapped down to the bed that I am lying on. ...
She stood on the small deck protruding out over the bow of her ship, watching as flames engulfed the second vessel. Screams could be heard despite the distance between the two large sailing ships. A smile of contentment appeared on her face as she saw the flames engulf the mass of the other ship, and the charred remains of their Jolly Roger float away on a gust of wind. The remainder of her crew, those unlucky enough to stay behind for this excursion, busied themselves with the task of bringing their ship closer to the soon to be lost vessel. As they approached, several of them broke away from their tasks to retrieve the abandoned lifeboat floating nearby. It was an easy, familiar task for them to hook the empty boat, attach the anchoring ropes, and haul it up alongside the larger ship. The task was accomplished without needing to slow the ship as it descended upon the chaotic scene ahead. ...
Author's Note: Hope you all enjoy. stephanie As always, I wanted to size up my captive’s predicament. She was beautiful, although it was hard to tell at the moment since she had a black leather hood over her head. Her mouth was plugged with a rather large penis gag, and the only identifiable parts of her head were her lovely green eyes (very rare for an Asian girl) and the lustrous mane of black hair sticking out of the back of her hood. The green eyes on an Asian were a specific request of the buyer, and he was paying top dollar for the honor. It took me awhile to track such a woman down. ...
Author's Note: More to come… Comments, critiques, and thoughts welcome and encouraged. UPDATE (05/25/2011): Sorry for the long wait for this next part. A little more cerebral, but the an interlude before things become intense again. All comments, suggestions, even plot ideas/requests, are gladly accepted ! UPDATE (06/22/2011): Thanks for all the kind words - So here’s the end of Ryan’s first day… hope you enjoy. Next chapter probably in about 2 weeks or so. As always, I’d love to get your thoughts - feel free to email. ...
Chapter One: Taken It was close to the end of the business day but the normal mass exodus from the Riverside, CA multiple storied office building had not yet started. The young man stepping from the building and heading into the parking lot was dressed in business attire and carrying faux leather covered document holder while walking quickly in the direction of his car. He was somewhat nervous and excited having just come from a job interview with a financial investment company and was reviewing in his mind how the event had played out. He was very preoccupied and knew it would take a few hours before his thoughts and emotions would return to a slower and less intense level. He was only 23 but was tall at six foot four inches, athletically built and had in fact played athletics throughout his school years, and was reasonably handsome. His confidence at the moment was very high in a conceited but closely guarded way, and while he was not exceptionally gifted intellectually he felt that his good looks, well spoken manner, and people skills had helped him ace the interview. So thus he was very unaware of anything going on around him. ...
Part 1 I had attended the teachers’ conference which had been somewhat dull. I was now having a drink at the bar afterwards when I saw the star presenter- a stunningly attractive woman of about 30 called Jenny Albright. She was dressed extremely smartly with a tight white blouse and a grey pencil skirt with high heals. i couldn’t dream of approaching her at the bar but she walked purposefully up to me and offered to buy me a drink. I was amazed and introduced myself, “Hi, I’m Graham James and I teach history.I really enjoyed your talk this morning.” ...
Chapter 1 (added: 2018/01/26) Rosa and Jennie were best friends, they attended the same highschool, both in their junior year, but their story was sad, they were both orphaned at age 6 and lived in an orphanage since then. The home provided food, shelter and basic clothes. They were teased often at school, the poorly dressed Hispanic girls. Teenagers could be cruel. They had no spending money for the mall, fast food, movies, so they spent their time becoming very good with computers and cell phone apps. They did have their own computer in their shared bedroom. Rosa suggested to Jennie that they go to the mall and see if they can put their skills to use, Rosa state that she felt confident they could fix their lack of money problems with their looks, age (16) and skills. Jennie, tired of the relentless teasing from the “cool kids” about her drab wardrobe, agreed, it was time. They first needed cell phones. Off to the Verizon kiosk at the mall, step one. ...