Slave Del Muerto was aching for days. Doing his chores and Keeping his Mistress’s affairs in order. She’d ordered five new Slave Dolls and it was his job to make their schedules. Arrange their lodgings and get them up in time for training every day, dress...
Tracey and I have always had an open and honest relationship; we have now been married for over forty years. This story, though, goes back about ten years. Then I was a typical couch potato; I was a cop and worked hard, but once at home, I was lazy and wa...
The living room clock gently chimes the hour, and she checks her watch. One hour to go. It's time to prepare. She has already showered and washed her hair. She knows he expects the best, and that is what he will get. She sits at the dressing table and beg...
As soon as my meeting ended, I went straight back to my office to check my phone for a message from Sam. I’d hardly been able to concentrate as I sat in the conference room, just knowing that her neighbor was there with her, thinking about what they might...
The girl behind the counter swallowed hard and asked, "The second book?"She struggled to maintain eye contact as she waited for me to confirm my request.I paused for a moment. It wasn't as if I had asked for a Salinger, Blume or LaVey."Yes, it's called 'Y...
