Waking the next morning to the eager face licking that Master Brutus was administering, Sarah quickly gathered herself together and, shaking off the troubled dreams she had experienced after yesterday’s developments,  busied herself with her oral worship of her canine superior, her brightly coloured scalp bobbing with increasing urgency in his hairy lap, her heavily pierced tongue busy and inventive, until the muscles in her jaw hinges stretched as his knot formed, and she was held captive by the orange sized swelling, only able to tease its girth with her tongue as her beaded throat s

Chapter 20  - Manual of Arms

Chapter Seven : As cool as a cucumber

"This is a joke." Peter Folkerts was shocked, his face white as a sheet while red blotches appeared on his cheeks. "Miriam, you can't seriously be asking me to do something like that!"

Part One: The Confession

Dinner was already a pleasant memory, and the dishes were drying in the rack.  I was looking to having a nice evening alone with my wife Connie.  Perhaps some TV or a movie on cable sounded pretty good just then.

“Honey?” Connie called from the kitchen, “could we sit down and talk for a while?  Don’t turn on the TV, please?” she asked.

“Sure.”

We had just celebrated our second wedding anniversary, and something was wrong – I just couldn’t put my finger on it.

Chapter 7

Hal spent the next morning with Janet and Lou and the slavegirls but he had to leave by mid-afternoon to catch a flight home.  He thanked the two dominants for allowing him to spend time with them and for loaning Anna to him.  “You are right that she’s a little spitfire.  She’s incredible.  I never would have guessed.”

I have to say up front that I did not marry for money. Although it is nice that my husband is wealthy, it was this amazingly kind, loving and energetic man and his shy 16 year-old daughter that was the true attraction. They both have captured my heart and I would do anything for them. Which is how I got into my humiliating predicament.