"A memoir of a D/s love affair"
Chapter 6: Tying the Knot, Epilogue, and Postscript. I think Autumn was always my favorite time in the South. The excitement of graduation and starting to work full-time was past. We’d survived another sticky hot summer, and now the cooler weather...
"Submissive is tied to a chair, edged, and used."
The last knot has been secured in place. You step back to admire your handiwork and smile as you take in the scene before you.Your eyes meet mine. “Are you ready, baby?”“Yes, Sir. I am,” I answer.“Good.” You step forward...
"My True story of how my life as a slave started"
I was completely in love! Me, a simple young Polish girl was infatuated with an older sophisticated and, in my eyes, perfect man. The age difference did not bother me (he was almost 50 to my 22) – in fact...
"A Memoir of a D/s love Affair"
Chapter 5: Keeping the Burn Alive Before we left Marguerite’s, we had to change back into something a little more substantial than the silk dressing gown I had on or Jack’s silk pajama bottoms. Jack had me put the beige corset...
"My True story of how my life as a slave started"
Was It was a test? It had to be a test. Why else would he leave me here, spreadeagled and naked on the cold tiled floor? He wanted to see if I would do as I was told. My head...
"A memoir of a D/s love affair"
Chapter 4: Private Sessions. As we approached the shopping district where Visions in Lace was located, it suddenly dawned on me that it was getting fairly late in the afternoon. Would the store even be open?I queried Jack and he responded,...
"My true story of how my life as a slave started"
It was 2003 – with the promise of a bright new millennium- and I felt my life was going nowhere. I was 22 and although I was working in my home country, Poland was not yet in the European Union...
"Kerry asked for it..."
Kerry had discussed this with me frequently. Her desire to be taken and groped, used by men. We'd decided she was to be stood, her hands suspended above her head, her legs attached to a twenty-inch spreader bar. All I...
"A memoir of a D/s love affair"
Chapter 2: Jeannie meets Vanessa. The next morning, I awoke in my own bed to my mother calling me for breakfast. I had dreamed the craziest shit...then I shifted in the bed and became immediately aware of the welts on...
"A memoir of a D/s love affair"
Chapter 3: New players, New game; Picking up the Pieces and Moving Forward. The time apart seemed like it moved like a turtle in peanut butter. Finally, however, another glorious weekend dawned where we could be together. This time, I was...