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CHAPTER 19: THE WALK OF SHAME
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I was woken at five by the lovely buxom stable girl, Robyn, tipping me out the basket where I'd spent the night. After using her new pony, Sophie had unsaddled him and removed his bridle before ordering him onto the basket and chaining him by the collar to her bed. If...

It's late, almost after midnight. I just picked Daddy up at the local truck stop where his rig will stay and brought him home to the house we share together. He said a quick hello to the dog before walking around the first floor of the house making sure everything is in order. He always does that.
I...

Part 1: The Spark of Curiosity
Heather rose at dawn for her usual yoga class. Before slipping out the door, she paused by the bed and brushed a gentle kiss over her husband Arthur's forehead. He stirred slightly but stayed asleep, a soft smile on his lips.
I love you, she thought warmly, tiptoeing o...

The Spoon That Shifted Everything
It started with a spoon.
A small thing. Almost invisible in the moment.
I was sitting at the kitchen table, still in my pajamas--cotton pants with a faded cartoon print I was probably too old for. My legs swung beneath the chair, toes brushing the crossbar, not quit...

'This is fucking stupid.' I think to myself as I get off the bus and start walking. 'You ended things with him for a reason. You stopped talking to him for a reason. You aren't that hard up for company. You can turn around now and not be a fucking idiot.'
But my feet continue on their current course...

The rest of the world sees you as my protégé. Smart, loyal, dedicated, attending to my every need in the boardroom. The new intern who made good, the young woman in her twenties fresh out of business school who so impressed her superior that she was elevated to his right hand.
Only you and I know th...

May.
The air outside was getting warmer with each day passing by. Flowers in the street, in strangers' hands, flowers in the eyes of everyone.
Violet was out of town for the whole week, for work. She had long meetings, lots of people to talk to, she usually finished her day in absolute exhaustion. O...

The following is a work of fiction. Neither the location nor any of the characters exist, nor are they based upon anyone or any real place. The one thing that is based upon fact is the narrator's ability to project emotions into his lover's mind. Although this may seem unusual, it is an ability that...

Your hand holds mine gently, your thick fingers dwarfing my slender ones even as they intertwine. Your eyes are on the television but mine are watching you. You sit mostly expressionless. Every once in a while your lips twitch into the briefest hint of amusement at the show and your thumb gently tra...

Chapter 1 The Set Up
My wife Gen and I take weekend getaways regularly. Recently, she's taken to exercising her dominance over me even while we were on a mini vacation. She always makes all the plans, I'm never consulted or asked. I usually find out on a Friday morning that we're leaving Friday afte...

We barely knew each other. Except for a mutual friendgroup, the same age and loosely shared interests there was nothing between me and you. Yet I was hopelessly in love. To be concrete, I must admit that my obsession went so far as to commit to something slightly immoral. But at the time I finally w...

"Hey! What are you up to tonight?"
I saw the text on my flip phone from Tess while I was in the middle of a game of beer pong with Xavier, the frontman in my band. It was a friday night in the middle of my sophomore year in college. I had been a pretty good student due to my introversion, but since ...

Finding myself with spare time on my hands recently, I was idly browsing on a swinger's website when I came across the following advertisement on the member's contact page.
"Middle aged submissive couple seek a virile young experienced master to cuckold them, and administer mild discipline occasiona...

It's cold outside. Perfect cuddle weather. Yet here she sits, all alone cold, bored, and oh so horny. She can't go down that rabbit hole again. She can't let it consume her again.
He's gone and she's been single for years, she can get thru this. She got rid of all her toys ages ago. Trying to occupy...

Part 2: New Toy
Two weeks after Chris's birthday, the stockade remained in the centre of the living room, a since-unused monument to the adventures of that weekend.
Chris said to Lexy, one evening, "what are your plans for that?" gesturing towards the apparatus.
"Well, I know you enjoyed it." she to...

Frank and Sondra have been living in their house for three years now. Sondra is now forty years old, and Frank is forty-two. The years have only made their love for each other stronger; they did an entire makeover of the mansion's grounds and it looks incredible. A raised-bed herb garden, several pe...

CHAPTER 9: GOING DOWN AGAIN
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Bryony glared at me as she was strapped back into the traces. Her face was smeared with Honey Pot's juices and I could see frustration as much as anger in her expression.
I shrugged and grinned round my bit which didn't help her mood.
It wasn't as if I could have done a...

Author's Note:
Hello! This one's a few years old, but I decided it was time to put it up here. I just want to set a couple of expectations before it begins. Suicidality is a through-line in this story. It came from a pretty dark place emotionally, but I'm doing a lot better these days. It's a slow-b...

New York stank of sin... and Dominic Vale ruled it like a god.
The first to be born of his kind.
Half dragon. Half vampire.
From the top floor of The Crimson Fang, his personal fortress carved into the sky with blood money and dragon fire, he stared down at the glowing city like a predator. Every in...

Hi everyone :)
Since a lot of you seemed to enjoy part one, here is his revenge.
I'll probably have one more part incoming and then it'll be closed :)
As always I appreciate feedback in the comments!
For now, please enjoy!
xoxo,
Jackie
Disclaimer: All participants are over the age of 21!
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Well...

The Head and the Cane
"So what have you got lined up for the summer break?" Meg asked her secretary.
"Oh, right now, the only thing I can think about is gin and tonic," replied Rachel.
Meg laughed.
"Seriously though, we've got a week in Corfu mid way through and then I think we'll spend it in the ga...

As she guided her car expertly through the early rush hour traffic, she couldn't help reflecting that today -- and last night -- had been most satisfying. A small smile played on her lips when she thought about how she and Jake had spent the evening, after she had submitted a critical high-priority ...

Chapter Three
It was heavenly to be alone for a while and Rachel relaxed, smiling to herself as she realised that Miss Caine had actually forgotten about the caning after all. She unpacked the meagre contents of her trunk, hanging some of her garments up in the solitary mahogany wardrobe but deposit...

CHAPTER 1: PONYBOY
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The stream at the bottom of the path leading up to the moor was chill but Bryony and I were both hot, sweating hard in our harnesses as we plunged onto the fast flowing water making it splash over our naked skin. It was spring and the rain on the moor had raised the water level ...

Chapter One
The imposing building loomed up, dwarfing the surrounding trees, as the carriage pulled up sharply and sent Rachel sprawling forward.
"Really, Rachel, you need to act like a lady!" snapped her great-aunt, impeccably dressed as usual, as she tapped her walking stick on the floor to signal...

Trigger warning: this work of fiction contains themes of emotional manipulation and gaslighting. The relationship depicted here, while complex and formally 'consensual', is in fact abusive.
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Emily's hands were shaking as she clicked through her slides. Her presentation was tomorrow morning - 9:0...

Prologue -- "I Wasn't Born A Dominant"
I wasn't born a Dominant.
I became one the same way any woman becomes anything:
By watching.
By listening.
And by noticing what no one else thought was important.
I wasn't a brat. I wasn't a bully. I wasn't the loud girl who shoved people on the playground or m...

Chapter 16
We slept late Sunday morning. Obviously, we were all exhausted from the activities on Saturday.
Sun light was streaming through the bedroom window when I felt a hand running up and down my stomach. I opened my eyes to see young Riley lying next to me. She was naked except for her latex ho...

For a belt likewise now she


Must wear around her waist,


About her bare flesh laced,


And she must love whoever


Might undo it yet not sever


Its fastening, nor it destroy.

In the Lay of Guigemar written by Marie de France in the 12 th century, the hero, Guigemar gave his lover a belt that is...

Note from the author
I really hope you enjoy this story. While parts of it are things that have really happened, most of it is pure fiction and pure fantasy.
As such, and in response to a couple of comments, I'd like to make it clear that bits of it are less realistic than others, and also that our ...