Eventually, I decided that my little adventure, even though it had seemed real to me at the time, had to have been a dream since no one else on the yacht seemed to recall being forced to pleasure a Goddess or being turned into pigs. I decided to attribute it to too much ouzo and an overactive imagination and focus on the important things such as enjoying the scenery and fucking. In other words, I was back to being the per...

This story could start in so many places. The first time I flirted with Oliver at FedEx would have made more sense. Or connecting with Annie over a shared love of writing. Or even talking with Violet about tentacle monsters. Any one of those events would make, perhaps, more sense than starting it on a boat on the Aegean Sea, but that is where the story truly begins. I’ve always wanted to travel. More than anything else, I...

It really doesn’t matter how I ended up like this. My hands tied behind my back as I knelt on the bed. Ankles too.  I’d been stripped naked before being carried up the stairs and thrown on the bed. Stripped might be too polite a term. My clothes had been torn from me. My dress in shreds, my bra and panties ruined. “Fuck slaves don’t get to wear clothes,” my Miss had told me as what was left of my garments was tossed aside...