The Godiva Hotel

"The bus journey always gives me time to think"

Sometimes I wish it didn’t. I don't know why the journey always has me pontificating about the world, the immediate world, my family, my work, my friends, not the whole world.I don't know why I think of Syeda today. The pretty...

Chapter 5: Interrogation and Sublime Torture

"What do you do when your slave appears, kneeling, naked, bound, and gagged, at your front door?"

Friday, Inside Sir’s Front Door: SirI hung up the phone from Joe, the concierge, who had called to tell me that he had buzzed that beautiful blonde in, and she was on her way up. I knew I should have...

Alison Goes to London: chapter 14 – Butt-Plugs and Fisty-Cunts

"Meanwhile, at the Princess Asshole Hospice…"

 Dr Hildegard Fotzenficker had had a hard couple of weeks. “Fucking overagers, fucking Undesirables, fucking escapees – fuck the whole fucking lot of them!” she grumbled to herself, as she sat at her large oak desk in her office at...

For You

"Alone, I dream of You"

As I held up the plug, Light reflecting off the blue jeweled end and the silvery ball,I thought of You As I squeezed out the lubricant,Clear gel spreading across the ball,I dreamed of You As I bent over to expose my bottom, Head down...