Show your Lines

“This is the fourth story in the Valerie series. It is intended to stand alone, though her back story will make more sense if you read the first three chapters, Valerie’s Submission, Valerie’s Exploration and Valerie’s Commitment. It is in two parts due to its length.”

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Valerie woke to the sound of Francine screaming from the front room. Groaning at the pain that shot through her cramped muscles, she staggered through the dark into the living room of her apartment where her friend was thrashing on the hide-a-bed, deep in the throes of another nightmare. Fearful that she might hurt herself, Val grabbed Francine’s body and held on until she woke up, receiving several impacts against her already sore back from the sleeping woman’s fists. (more…)

Fire reflected in the mirror as she sat waiting anxiously in a plush leather armchair. She tapped her toes nervously on the hard wood floors, waiting to hear the front door open. Her hands fluttered to smooth her hair, then her satin robe, then hair again. She wondered what he had in store for her tonight.

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Four years had passed since the first time they met. She was a freshman at Georgetown Law, eagerly anticipating the beginnings of her career. He, eight years her senior, was working as the legal advisor of the British ambassador to the United States. His work kept him busy, but he liked the stress and pressures. Conquering them and getting the job done gave him a rich satisfaction and sense of power he craved, a feeling that was lacking in other aspects of his life…until her. (more…)

i sat nervously sipping coffee and trying to eat a muffin, in the small outdated hotel lobby. business men came and went, with barely a glance at me, but the desk clerk seemed much too interested in my top. my breasts swayed back and forth in my low-neck shirt, unbound as my Master had required. and i felt as self-conscious about that as the thought of whatever else would be required of me this morning.

no doubt, i thought to myself, he did that on purpose, to give me something to worry about other than him. or perhaps it was a test, a seemingly small thing that he’d know right away i’d done for him. an indicator of how the rest of the morning would go. (more…)

“O Aphrodite, Intoxicating Goddess of Love. Please accept the sacrifice of my body to Your pleasure, to Your whims and fancy. I humbly surrender myself to Your use. Do with this most unworthy vessel what Your Magnificence desires. I patiently await Your coming.” The pale, smooth-skinned blonde youth flung his loincloth aside and bent his head in submission. His sun-bleached silken curls bobbed as his lashes swept down over his eyes, blue and sparkling like the clear pond that surrounded the marble-pillared shrine to the Goddess Aphrodite. His bright eyes closed, and his cock, erect and marble-like in its veined glory, strained toward the glowing hand of the deity who shimmered into solid form before him. (more…)

I’m waiting patiently by the hostess station of the restaurant. I’ve told the hostess that I’m waiting for someone and not ready to be seated. It’s early and the restaurant isn’t crowded, so I don’t think we’ll have trouble being seated when You arrive.

I wonder if the hostess notices my nervousness. If so, she likely just thinks I’m waiting for a blind date or something. Little does she know that I know very well who I am expecting. My nervousness comes not from unfamiliarity, but from knowing all too well the torment I’ll be subjected to tonight. (more…)

The strong wind was blowing the rain almost horizontally as I peered into the blackness trying to keep my four-wheel drive Ford on the road. The windscreen was doing it”s best to fog up in the humid conditions making forward vision very difficult. Suddenly I saw flashing lights ahead and, braking carefully, I slowed down to come to a halt beside a policeman dressed in a bright yellow raincoat.

As I wound down the window he shouted, “Sorry Sir, there are many trees over the road ahead and with this storm they won”t be cleared until daybreak. If I was you I”d backtrack to Bordertown and try and find a room for the night.” (more…)

A woman stands alone on the street; she knows He is out there. Waiting for her, watching her. She shivers with fear and excitement, knowing He will strike soon. She hurries her pace, trying to get away but not wanting too.

Suddenly a noise in the shadows distracts her. It’s only a cat, as she turns He stands before her. Quickly He has her by the throat, turning her before Him. “you are Mine,” she almost hears in her mind.

She is lifted into the air, landing hard upon his shoulder. They are moving faster than she thought possible; she knows it must be His madness driving him to such risks. To actually appear in the open even at night, He must want her. (more…)

Master and two of our friends were seated at our dining room table. Me, i was serving, dressed in a very revealing French Maid’s outfit that Master had bought me on-line. A black corset with a very short attached skirt, the boning on the corset and the edging on the skirt was white. There was a little white bow right in the middle of the top of the corset. i even had on black fishnet thigh highs, spiky heels, and a little bit of lace in my long red hair. i wore my training collar.

Dinner was over. i had cleared the table and served up creme brulee for dessert and drinks, both of which i had made myself. i stood behind Master’s chair, on his right, my head bowed, and my hands clasped in front of me, watching and waiting in case anyone needed anything. They were talking about things, computers, politics, physics. i wasn’t really listening. It’s not that i couldn’t carry my own in a conversation like that, i can. It’s just that intelligent conversation wasn’t my job for the evening. Serving was, and most of my attention was captured by the amount of food on people’s plates and anticipating their needs for napkins or refills. (more…)

The vast, splendid royal harem was reserved now for the pleasure of two persons, neither of whom was royal. The former queen of the planet, a majestic black-haired beauty, knelt naked between the gleaming boots of her lord master and husband, her former royal guard, as he fed her bits of fruit with his fingers. She wore a heavy gold collar around her neck, but she looked comfortable enough. She was smiling.

The queen had never been in the habit of smiling much, previously. The man who had married her couldn’t believe how much her expression had softened during his time with her. She had been beautiful before, but now she was becoming almost– pretty. (more…)

Vanessa was grumpy. She could find no reason for it except that her Master was away and wasn’t expected back for a few more days. Bored and restless she prowled her rooms trying to find something to amuse herself with. Her five inch heels clicked across the wooden floor as she spied the chest in the corner. It held items of clothing she had been collecting for Billy to wear when she wanted him dressed up.

Even though she adhered to a strict policy of always being dressed in sexy and revealing outfits Billy still preferred to either be naked or to wear just a pair of loose fitting jeans. Not that she really minded, it made the times she dressed him up more sexually thrilling. (more…)