It was Friday afternoon around three o’clock when heard my doorbell ring, and I went to answer it wearing a lace-up white top over a bra, tight denim shorts, and leather sandals. When I opened the door my favorite nephew, Ari, was standing there holding a duffel bag. I looked around him and waved to my oldest brother, John, and his wife, Stacy, who were in their car in my driveway. They waved back, then drove away for the...

Elise has always considered herself to be a loyal and professional live-in maid. She's lived a solitary life and has dedicated herself to serving her employer. As of late, her professionalism has been compromised. Her desire for her American boss has consumed her every thought. She often goes unnoticed by him. The occasional good morning and goodbye are usually exchanged in passing but nothing more. Any errands needed to...

“I want to watch you make my wife your slave!” Well, sure, I thought. An ad in iambic pentameter, no less. I’ll be right over. Personals can be fascinating. After scanning them for a while, a reasonably knowledgeable reader develops a keenly-honed sense of whether an ad was posted by a clueless wannabe, pathetically exercising fantasy dreams behind the anonymity of a keyboard, or a sincere, often lonely, occasionally desp...

The following Friday evening I again sat down with Johnny. He looked nervous. “Are you ready for this?” I asked him. “I think so,” he said with a tremor in his voice. “Don’t just think so,” I cautioned him. “You have to know so, you have to be confident. You’re going to be the Master, so act like it. Don’t ask, just tell her what you want her to do. Understand?” “Yes, Sir, I do.” He was wearing jean shorts, a polo, and sa...

I was at my favorite position, to the right of the stickman, at the craps table in my favorite casino. My long-time Significant Other/submissive was at home, as she usually was on the Friday evenings when I played craps; the game was only open on Friday and Saturday evenings. It was fairly early in the evening and the table wasn't crowded. A woman came up to the table and took the spot next to me. I noted absent-mindedly...

His hand clutched the glass Teasing her Tormenting her Making her ache to be touched in places only seen by his eyes His strength the way his fingertips danced a tango across her skin The intention with which he slid them into her sweet abyss She crossed her legs underneath the restaurant table attempting to stop the flood gathering at the apex of her thighs His long fingers making her needy forcing her to beg for release...

I was still euphoric when I awoke the next morning. The scene I’d had with Jason the night before had been magical. It was the second time we’d played, he’d used a combination of pleasure/pain sensations to give me a wondrous experience, and the connection I’d felt with him had been more than just physical. I knew he’d enjoyed our play, but I also knew he was in a relationship that wasn’t going to end, so I was determined...

I was both nervous and excited as I raised my cell phone, brought up Jason’s contact information, and initiated the call. I felt a sudden tingle up and down my body when I heard his voice say, “Hello?” “Hello, Sir, this is Jill. I hope you don’t mind me calling you; Sam gave me your number.” It was through Sam, my sister, that I’d met Sir. I listened anxiously until I heard him say, “No, Jill, of course I don’t mind. What...

It really is a small world. I hate to do poorly at anything, even when lack of knowledge or experience is the real culprit. Once in a while, I get lucky; as in the book Replay or the movie Groundhog Day, I get a second chance, the opportunity to correct an earlier fumble. U.S. 17 is a hypotenuse that bypasses the DC metro-area gridlock to the west, so it carries a lot of traffic between Interstates 95 and 81. The stretch...