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When last heard from, Marge and her husband Tim had attended the wedding and of Kathy and Steve. As we join them once more they have arrived at the Porter Mansion for the special celebration Malcolm Porter and his wife Silvia have arranged for Steve and his new bride.

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The theme for the weekend wedding party was a Roman orgy. The huge marble tiled living room of the Porter home was emptied of its furniture and refurnished with nothing but a plush shag rug, low tables, and stacks of pillows that covered the floor. Numerous, servants, both male and female, sparsely dressed as Roman slaves served the guests with food and drink.., and any sexual service a guest might request of them. I later learned that a few of the servants were rich friends of the Porter’s who enjoyed the kinky life, but the rest were regulars of the Porter staff, experienced in this kind of party and totally trustworthy. Read the rest of this entry »

Karen Tanner and her friend Linda had been on a shopping trip to the bazaar in the small town near where they worked. They were both nurses working on a one year contract in a small west African country. Both women were very experienced and had been offered nearly double their pay at home to spend a year working with sick and extremely poor people.

Both women were married although Karen and her husband were separated months before she left for this job. Karen had found this position, applied and been accepted long before Linda even knew about it. Karen felt it would be a good way to have time to think her life over and decide if she wanted to even try and preserve her marriage. Her husband had taken to working 12 hour days and was rude and crabby all the time. Read the rest of this entry »

She searches for the oven mitts hoping the cookies wont burn before she finds them, meets her best friend for coffee, has a less than encouraging conversation with her mother on the phone, and watches a half hour of mindless chatter on television between her daily chores…It is a day like many others but she doesn’t complain; she does all these things with a sense of pride and purpose that few would understand. She finds joy and contentment in keeping her home and preparing her mind and body in the service of her Master and His homecoming which draws closer as each hour passes. Read the rest of this entry »

He calls her to kneel before him in a tone that makes her jump. With her heart pounding, body trembling, eyes cast down towards the floor; she walks towards him. Feeling his eyes upon her, she crosses the room and quietly kneels before him.

She waits for what seems like hours, wondering why he has called her to him. Suddenly she feels a hand brush her cheek and she almost cries out. At that touch, her body begins to pulse and shake, wave after wave of heat running through her. The silence only increases the intensity of the fire growing within her. Read the rest of this entry »

When she returned home, she undressed and lay on the bed. She was wired from the excitement of being led in the restaurant. She had no idea previously how stimulating it could be to demonstrate her submission in such blatant ways. She found her fingers touching and caressing her legs and then moving between them, as she thought about how it must have appeared to the other patrons.

She writhed on the bed with her passion, as she relived that humiliating, yet so exciting moment. She knew then without doubt that he would bring her out of her mundane world and into one that she had never imagined. She was ready and willing for anything he would require. Read the rest of this entry »

“Note: This story has adult content. If you are not old enough to view sexual content (18 or 21 depending on your local laws), then please find another story to read. All the characters in this story are 18 years of age or older. Although other types of sexual activity may occur occasionally, the focus of these stories will typically be dominance and submission. If you are old enough to read this story, then please continue on. Enjoy the story. – Wyldnight”

*Chapter One: The Movie Theater*

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My dearest Emma,

What you are about to read was written for another. Sometime ago I read a contact ad written by a woman who was advertising as a submissive. She asked for a fantasy. Over a period of days and weeks the attached document was written in a blur of passion, orgasm and heated, feverish mind-bending.

I finished the fantasy, but it was never sent. Too much time had passed. The woman had passed from my mind. The ad was ancient. But the work was completed.

Now, I am handing it on to you. Read the rest of this entry »

*Doctor’s Orders - Chapter 8 - The Weekend Arrives*

The sun rose early over Lake Michigan and drenched the room in brilliant orange light. Erika was sleeping on her side, facing away from me. I put my arm around her and softly kissed the back of her neck.

“Good morning, Joe,” she said through her yawn.

“Good morning, Erika. Thanks for asking me to stay over last night. I had a good time.”

“Not as good as me, I’ll bet,” she replied. “Would you like some coffee? I don’t have to go to work for a couple of hours.” Read the rest of this entry »

*Ch. 4 Capture of The Night Terror*

Sarah Ranger waited along the wall of an abandoned building next to the Pussycat Club. Official a high class strip club the Pussycat Club was really an upper class prostitution ring run by the mob. She had watched this place over the past few days and had discovered that the man who had killed her parents, Igor Ivanski, was in charge of the mobs club operation. He was well guarded and she couldn’t see any way of getting to him coming in or going out of the club and the mobsters would almost certainly noticed if they were being followed so she decided the best way would be to get inside the club and get him there. Sarah had managed to get a hold of some building plans for the club and discovered that the most likely location of Igor’s office was accessible from the outside thru a third story window. In order to reach the window she would have to get to the roof and repeal down then enter as quietly as possible. Luckily because of her surveillance she knew what she needed and had brought rope and other climbing implements. The easiest way to the roof was by climbing on top of a dumpster and then using that to reach the drain pipe that ran down the side of the building. She discarded her Coat in the dumpster as it would get in the way of her mobility and hinder her when she was climbing. Read the rest of this entry »

Victor pushed a button on the wall and Slave watched with interest as the tapestry on the wall began to move to the right. There on the left side was a door. As Victor opened the door, he motioned for Slave to enter. It was dark and smelled a bit musty, but she entered the doorway, turning back to Victor, certainly he did not want her to go down the dark stairs.

“There is a light switch on your left” he said and left her to fumble in the darkness to find it.

Turning it on, Slave looked down the somewhat brighter stairwell. Taking a deep breath she started to descend what must have been twenty five steps. When she entered the dark cavern it was immediately lit with spotlights in certain areas, the bright light spilled into the room making it evident to her that this room was used for sex; from the looks of the room it was meant as a room of sexual torture. Slave just stood at the bottom of the stairs and tried to absorb the room. Each direction she looked she saw a spot light and under each spot light was something that could hold a person down. Slave had no doubt that this room had been the sight of many an orgy. Read the rest of this entry »