Coaching my Daughter 1

She reaches heaven-ward, wrists embraced in the grip of tight restraints while she stands, feet wide apart, anchored to the floor by similar restraints. Around her neck lies the taut band of a ball gag which stops her voice & another band which holds a blindfold over her beautiful soft eyes. She is tethered to 4 rings, two screwed into the floor, sunken into the heavy planks, while the other pair are screwed solidly into the heavy roof beams of the ceiling. Flickering candlelight surrounds her & the soft summer night air wafts over her nakedness. She shivers in anticipation...

Again, this is part 2 of the repost! ____________________________________________ Introduction: Part 2 of the Kumiko Series. Part 3 already being written! Shorter than the last one but part 3 is on its way. Like always, vote and leave comments. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- He awoke with a shiver, noting the darkness in the room. His eyes quickly adjusted to the light and he saw a fire that was just about out. He didn’t remember there being a fireplace in his bedroom and then he noticed the soft weight in his arms. It was Kumiko, nude like him, fast asleep with a peaceful look on...

Ch. 5 Delivered Jack moved along the treeline, stepping quietly over rocks and unearthed roots. He just spent hours trekking through the woods, mapping out the extensive Compound. It had such a large amount of dense forestry within its borders, it was almost a liability. Jack could remain hidden fairly easily while still getting close enough to hear certain conversations. He had slept outside of CG Barberi's cabin last night, waiting patiently for Morgan to appear. Instead of her, he saw that nut job leaving in an explosive rage. Jack could hear him yelling the moment he walked out the front...

Weaving in her cloister, While the angry winds conspire; The spider takes no heed Of all their noise and mischief And their empty, sullen words. - The Canticle of Menkeret. A bead of sweat rolls down between my breasts. I catch it and taste its saltiness. It is the salt of me, the salt of my blood, the blood of the Mentrassa. To me; a woman in the bonds of captivity and the sole representative of my people in this accursed land, that blood is a precious thing. Only seldom now does my bondage cause me to despair and then, it...

Ella left the rehearsal frustrated and sweating. She hadn't been able to do precisely what they asked; it was just new and strange to her, and she had been nervous, scared and a little stiff (partly because she was both aroused... and mortified by her own arousal) and overall not her best. She decided at the end that she could use some extra time to work on the piece alone, with all of the equipment. Then tomorrow, she would come in an surprise everyone with how far she had come seemingly overnight. The night before she had snuck in and just...

Copyright: Lesley Tara, 2012 I don’t understand what has happened to me. Oh, I know the actual events – I’ve replayed them in my mind, over and over, during these last few weeks. It is how and why they have changed me so profoundly that I don’t understand – but they have, and forever. There are four things that you need to know about me. The first is that I am black – and I mean really black, with dark ebony skin. My ancestors were taken in the eighteenth century from somewhere in tropical Africa to the West Indies to work...

Chapter Eight YAVARA I had seen Elena naked hundreds of times. During our early teens I’d been horribly envious of her woman’s form, and I often admired it. I remember how she used to blush when she caught me staring, but she never attempted to hide herself. I knew why then, but I never said anything. Homosexuality was disgraced in Highland society, and I feared for her sake. Truth be told, I feared a little for my sake, for even at the age of thirteen, I’d felt an odd tingling when I gazed upon the perfection the was Elena Straltaira. Now...

The CEO’s Unusual Retirement Party by Vanessa Evans Graham Paxton was a very successful businessman who, in the 25 years that he built his business empire, had developed it to make it worth billions. Unfortunately that was at the cost of his wife who hated the long hours that he worked and she left him with a daughter (Siobhan) who Graham sent to a private boarding school. When she left the school she went and worked for him and after another 5 years she became her father’s assistant. It didn’t bother Siobhan that the office gossip had her as a snooty...

Years later, I look back, having become the queen of sluts, willing to be degraded for a good orgasm, willing to fuck and suck any cock. Like last night when I bent over a urinal in the men’s room at my local pub and let two well-hung black guys fuck me silly and a third cum in my mouth, after which they gave me a nice golden shower while I frigged my raw pussy. But how did it start? With Dad really. Twenty years ago, sex wasn’t quite so available or easy to find out about, but I’d seen a few...

It had been a couple of weeks since the incident and my bruises have all but gone and my ribs don't ache anymore, so I can go back to the minx club and get working again. I was really looking forward to working again, but the boys have taken it to become my new bodyguards and follow me everywhere. really Paul your checking to see if my food was poisoned i say rolling my eyes at his failing attempt to save my life. I made myself a fresh bowl of cereal and wandered round the flat thinking of something to do...