Show your Lines

*Part 4 – Crucible*

Michelle stared at him, not hiding the defiance she was feeling. In their time together, she’d rarely cried and certainly never begged. She now fully understood the challenge she’d accepted. He wanted to break her, and she had a choice to either endure or quit. In her heart she knew she would not be broken, and quitting meant losing, so her only choice was to endure. The last thing she saw as he brought the blindfold down over her eyes was his beautiful smile mocking her. (more…)

Karen drove slowly towards the party, she was apprehensive, even though she had been the driving force behind it happening at all. She’d known that all the women were aware of the others, but he was the only thing that they really had in common. Would it be enough?

A party. Scheduled on the Saturday night before his birthday made it a birthday party she guessed. She chuckled at the thought. It would certainly be a surprise party

It had started when he had forwarded an interesting chain e-mail to her, which wasn’t characteristic of him in the first place. She noticed that he had forgotten to delete the previous sender, and she had contacted the addressee with a carefully worded e-mail. That had established the first link between Karen and Cheryl. And over a few exchanges the plot was formed. They each then made one more contact, Karen found out about Tracy, and Cheryl exchanged e-mails with Pam. He supplied them the e-mail addresses, in almost eager response to subtle, and some not so subtle, suggestions that a kinky threesome might be a future possibility. He had asked the others if they would allow an exchange of e-mails with another of his ladies. He was never included in the exchanges after passing along the anonymous hotmail addresses, and he was too much a gentleman to pry. (more…)

“Shadow Masters is a successor to Gift of Honor. The “night at the mansion” referenced here occurred in Gift of Honor.”

*Prologue*

Michelle awakened slowly, her mind swimming up from the azure blue depths of sleep towards the shimmering golden morning light. It was more than a week since she had been summoned by Master Damien to be tested, and six days since she had withstood the grueling onslaught by the unseen Masters at the mansion.

Michelle still had no idea whether she had passed the diabolical physical and mental tests she had undergone that night; and no idea how closely her performance had met their exacting, yet undocumented, standards. (more…)

i stand, my arms outstretched, hands firmly planted against the rough wall, legs spread widely, ass out… waiting. i don’t dare look over my shoulder to see what You’re doing, though i’m desperate to do just that. i can feel You behind me, Your heat alone telling me You’re still back there, watching every move, listening for every sound i might make.

i can’t help but shift my weight from one foot to the other, a nervous anticipation working through my body as You contemplate. i know my alabaster ass is Your target. i know it will be my will that will keep my hands against the rough wall, my feet wide and my ass out to receive the pain You intend to inflict without remorse. (more…)

“(Author’s notes: If you are looking for a quick “whip/fuck/thank you Sir” D/s story then this one may not be for you as, like most things in life, it takes times to develop. This is a BDSM love story of a mature dominant and a submissive almost half his age. The Dominant in this story, Noel Wilson, had a cameo appearance in my last story, “Born To Serve”. “Rebirth” is a totally separate tale and reading “Born To Serve” first should not be necessary.)”

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Noel Wilson scratched his head as he sat and frowned at the email on his computer screen. What else could he do to convince SubRed that he was genuine and honest and that she would be safe to meet him in a public place? He sighed in frustration as he wondered about his experiences since he had purchased the computer nearly three months ago. Not for the first time he contemplated giving up trying to find another submissive lady with whom he hoped to share his life. (more…)

“{Dear readers, i told You that it wouldn’t be long. Sorry to say that this is only the second installment. It seems that Master Daniel and Angel have taken their story out of my hands, so, there’s no telling how long this night will last. Part three is already almost finished and i will be submitting it as soon as this one has been posted. Thank-You for Your patience and i hope You enjoy.}”

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Daniel looked at His hand. He had heard of women who could do what she had just done, but never had the pleasure of having one for Himself. Angel had cum so hard in His hand that He now knew the meaning of “holding Heaven in the palm of His hand.” It gave Him an odd feeling, to have had as many women as He had, and not one of them could gush like she did. It gave Him a feeling of power like He had never known before. He was right when He said that Angel had passion, it flowed from her. Now it was time to put that passion to work. What a night that lay ahead of them. (more…)

It was one of those days when nothing had gone right, and Murphy was working double time. My entire day was one disaster after another, people wanting my attention, phone calls, irate customers, equipment breaking, and not a moment to myself to think. i was finally able to escape work and as i was walking to the car it started to rain, not petite little movie rain drops but the cats and dogs kind, and me with no umbrella, figures. On the way home i got stuck in an hour long traffic jam and my cell phone battery died so there was no way to call. (more…)

“Well, here is my first story that has absolutely no incest. ”

“A warning: There are strong elements of nonconsent in this story, so if that offends you, please move on. This is also going to be a series, and the subsequent chapters are liable to offend even more of the average reader’s sensibilities (based on what I observed in a thread about what most BDSM lovers find extreme)”

“Thanks to FurryFury for the pre-post screening ;o)”

“All characters are 18+ ”

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Lana Mitchell stepped off the private jet and surveyed her surroundings from behind chic sunglasses. She flipped her blonde hair over her shoulder and smiled for the cameras that lined up to take pictures of her. She shook hands with the fellow who informed her that he was to escort her out to the car that had been sent for her. (more…)

Pete knew he was in trouble. Though he really did not know Samantha all that well, what he did know of her left no doubt being caught jerking off in her panties would entail some kind of punishment. His past indiscretion against her brought on a stormy night visit filled with humiliation, spanking, and a thrashing hand job. He knew enough of her to know she was capable of just about anything.

“I - I - I’m so sorry Samantha. I thought you were…”

“Rebecca?” Samantha interrupted him. “Looking at you now I can only assume you two have made up and made out, am I right?” she asked with a cheshire grin as she watched Pete fumble taking off her underwear. (more…)

+++++++++++PART 2+++++++++++

I woke up only a few hours later. I never slept late if I was drinking the night before. I figure it’s a hangover that wakes me up, but I’m never sure exactly what it is. The clock said it was 7:55, five minutes before my alarm would have gone off on a day I had to work. It’s funny how I never wake up without the alarm when I actually have to get ready to go to work.

I was naked and I realized that the blanket wasn’t over me. This didn’t really concern me all that much as I rolled over to my back stretching and yawning. I didn’t want to get up too quickly and have that rush of blood to my head. That would surely intensify any hangover I may be getting. (more…)