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The Slave Mistress Chapter 18

October 10, 2020 / posted in Chapter Book, Stories / No Comments

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The shuffling of bare feet on the wooden floor barely could be heard above the storm pounding outside the building.  But she had heard it.  Hearing it meant she was awake.

Laun listened to the feet.  One set.  And a slight scrape of metal on wood.  She could smell meat and possibly something sweet.  Liquid was poured into something, a slight sound that reminded her of when wine was poured into crystal.

There was a shifting, a weight on the bed.  Laun felt a pause in the person with her and then a light touch on her shoulder through the blanket.  She smiled and opened her eyes.

Beau was there, looking intently at her.  “You were sleeping soundly when I came back, my love.  I didn’t want to disturb you.”

There was a smile and Laun turned towards the Lieutenant.  “Thank you for letting me sleep.  Though I think it was to keep your own neck intact...”  She reached towards the line she had cut on his neck.

Beau grasped her hand and kissed it.  “My blood is yours, Laun.” »Read More

The Slave Mistress Chapter 8

September 8, 2020 / posted in Chapter Book, Stories, Uncategorized / No Comments

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She was certain that Gem was pacing the deck as Liam was Playing with her.  Laun was strapped into the frame again, facing the sloping wall, and with a line of fine needles down her back.

Laun could feel where he had hit her, full force with a fist on her hip.  She had giggled at one of his blows and she had paid for it.  He kept slapping her on the hip, her back tightening and her butt wiggling, much to his delight.

He was in process of tying thread to the needles and looping it over a hook in the ceiling.  He had said that it looked beautiful, as if she had sprouted wings.  Laun just felt the tug and sting and did not know what it looked like, but took his word for it.

A trickle of blood had finally reached the underside of her asscheek, the cooling and drying trail disturbingly annoying to Laun.  Liam finished with his last tie and stepped back.  He saw the blood trail and went to one knee to lick it off her pale skin.  He was warm against her.  It felt good and Laun was able to feel the heat come up in her again for that session.  He had almost ignored her crotch, ignored her ass, except for the caning he had put her through.

He stood and moved away.  She hung as still as possible in the frame but could not tell where Liam was or what he was doing.  There was a small draft on her and she felt a change in the room. »Read More

A challenge story

August 13, 2011 / posted in Stories / No Comments

Someone I know challenged me to write this.  They had found my Fact Sheets in the old site and wondered if I was into certain things.  NO.  But then I was challenged to write this because they were not convinced that I could if I were not into it.

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It felt as though it had been at least a day since she had woken up in the place.  The leather was rubbing her wrists and ankles raw where she was straining against it.  She had been able to get a glimpse under the mask once.  Her keeper had seen her and had pulled a hood over her, enclosing her in utter darkness that soon smelled like her stale breath.

She had been there long enough that she had peed herself several times.  The first time, she screamed to let her go to the bathroom.  She had heard laughter.  That was when the first cock had gone into her.  He had not been lubed up and pushed into her pussy.  He had been deep and fast and she could not help it when her bladder had let go.

The bench she was strapped to could be moved a little, changing her arms and legs a little.  It didn’t matter.  Her ass was still in the air, the smell of her own piss bad even through her hood.

She had to shit.  She had to really shit.  She knew what they had done when she had wanted to pee.  She kept her mouth as closed as she could when the need to poo became strong. »Read More

Rushing Water

July 31, 2011 / posted in Stories / No Comments

The water sound was all I could hear.  It was dark enough that there was a lighter shadow here and there as I went carefully through the dark alley.  I stumbled and fell, the water rushing past me almost covering my face.  I tried to not cough, but I had sucked in some of the cold rain run-off and I couldn’t help it.

I scrambled out of the water going down the center of the alley and up against the wall of the brick building.  Some of the day’s heat was still coming off the brick, but not enough to keep the shivering from making me shake, the chain around my neck rattling.  I tried to keep it from sounding too loud, but everything I did was loud in my ears.

The rushing water.  It was going past me and into a drain.  I could hear the fall of the water, the hollowness of the hit of the drops below.  They reminded me of how hollow I felt.

The city sounded empty.  I didn’t know where I was, but I knew that I wasn’t safe, yet.  The few shreds of clothing I had on were holding the cold water to me, not protecting me from it.  It had been raining when I had forced my way through the small window, the water coming in the way I could see how I could escape.

Escape.  I pushed myself from the brick and crawled back into the water.  I knew it was cold, but the blood I knew was still coming from my hands and nose would be washed away.  As little trail as possible.  That was what I was thinking.

I do not know how far I crawled.  I would stop and listen.  The rushing water would go around me, the sound of the gutter and water falling into it loud and empty sounding to me.  I would start crawling again until I just hurt too much, or I heard something.

A truck.  I heard and saw the lights of a truck.  I scrambled against the wall again, a pile of wet trash squishing under me as I hid myself, not knowing if this was a good truck or bad truck.  The lights were not even, one side being brighter and bluer than the other.  The driver came very close to running me over, but I was happy that there was a can near me that he had to drive around.

He stopped a ways up the alley and left his lights on.  I was scared to move, but used the lights to see what was around me.  Tall looking buildings, few doors and no windows.  The alley ran for a while and then there was a street.  The truck had come from that direction.  There had to be more traffic, and possibly help. »Read More

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