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Mysterious Mistress Mist

Sat, 20 Sep 2025 00:00:00 +0000

Carl’s heart thumped while he waited. There was nothing unusual about that. It always beat hard when he waited for her to visit. The phone could ring. His wife could come home. Any number of things could disrupt the carefully planned rendezvous. He checked himself in the mirror for about the twentieth time in an hour. Everything looked right, but it would not do to forget one of Mistress’s orders.

Cross My Heart

Sat, 20 Nov 2021 00:00:00 +0000

Part 2

Chapter 7 - Reunion

I walked up the stairs to reach his second floor office. A woman was sitting on the bench in the dimly lit hallway of the old office building.

I took a step toward her and stopped. From twenty feet away, in the dim light, she looked like Robyn.

Well, shit.

She stood up, now looking down at me and clearly trying to figure out who I was. On second glance, I was suddenly uncertain. This woman’s face was red and her eyes were a little puffy. Also, she was wearing tailored black dress pants and a shiny pale blue long sleeved blouse. Her short hair was trimmed and styled with a generous amount of some hair product, which wasn’t Robyn’s style. Then I noticed her shoes. Black wedge heels, closed toe with maybe three inches of heel, made her long legs look even longer. When she moved, I caught a glimpse of a delicate ankle strap over charcoal gray nylon.

Cross My Heart

Sat, 20 Nov 2021 00:00:00 +0000

Cross My Heart - Part 1

Chapter 1 - And Hope to Die

“I’m just saying it would be nice to play around like that once in a while,” I said. “I don’t think I’m asking for a lot.”

Robyn smiled back at me, but with a hint of irritation. “So this isn’t feminine enough for you? I have to go the whole movie star sex vamp route?” She gestured, waving both hands at her figure like a game show hostess modeling an expensive prize. Damn she’d look good as a game show hostess. Robyn was tall and lean, just a hair short of my own five-eleven. Her runner’s body was toned without being hard or angular, unlike mine, which seemed to be all elbows and knees, angles and knots.

Cross My Heart

Sat, 20 Nov 2021 00:00:00 +0000

Cross My Heart - Part 3

Chapter 9 - Game Over

We returned to town the next day, after sleeping in and eating lunch. Robyn retrieved our remaining belongings without incident. She met Stephanie outside her front door. Badass martial artist or not, when I got out of the truck, she took a step back toward her house. I stayed by the still running truck without saying a word, smiling to myself on the inside.

Not Quite Busted

Sat, 24 Apr 2021 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 2 - Inspiration, Perspiration

I didn’t waste any time before starting the new project. The story had taken root in my imagination as no other before it, possibly given momentum by the close call with Paige.

“Daniel and Pam,” I reminded myself as the ancient, non-networked, desktop reserved for kink writing booted.

Unbidden, my fingers had already typed in the working title ‘Bondage Marathon’ and waited, hovering over the keyboard.

Not Quite Busted

Fri, 08 May 2020 00:00:00 +0000

So many old stories start with ‘I never imagined this would happen to me’ that the line had become a joke well before I was born.

But, I never thought this could happen to me. I mean, okay, I do a few things to remain anonymous, and I avoid topics in my kink writing that might warrant the attention of the police or other authorities.

I guess I thought I was low key enough that nobody would care to put the effort into finding, or outing, me. And the last person I expected it from was fellow writing critique group member Paige Maddux.

Misery's Company

Tue, 18 Jun 2019 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1 - Joe’s Truck

“Axel’s Auto,” Joe Axel said into the shop phone.

“Hey Joe, it’s Kristal.”

“Hey Sis. Are you in town?”

“No. Which is why I’m calling.”

“What’s the problem?” Joe asked. When Kristal called, there was usually a problem. He frowned as Kristal launched into a complicated explanation of the events that had left her friend Amanda stranded in Nashville, her luggage destroyed, and unable to obtain a rental car.

In For The Long Haul

Wed, 30 May 2018 00:00:00 +0000

story continues from part two

Part Three

Here is the 3rd and final part of my bondage story “In For The Long Haul” This story may be reposted, provided it is unaltered and credited to me.

Chapter 8 Now - Mistress Anna and Bob

Mistress Anna gazed out at the crowd one more time before turning her attention back to Bob.

“Ready, Bob?”

“Yes, Mistress Anna,” he answered. Bob didn’t hesitate and his voice was steady and firm.

In For The Long Haul

Mon, 21 May 2018 00:00:00 +0000

story continues from part one

Part Two

Chapter 4 Now - Scene Party

Club Yearn was a group of like minded enthusiasts rather than a physical space. They munched, met, partied, or scened at various locations around town. Such was the life of a kink club in a small American city. Membership waxed and waned, depending on squabbles, drama, and the myriad other issues that beset any group of strong willed folks determined to have it their way.

In For The Long Haul

Tue, 24 Apr 2018 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1: Then - First Things

She had seen him around the office, but he didn’t work in her department. This was a good thing, since office entanglements were not encouraged by senior management.

Entanglement, she thought, I am getting ahead of myself.

The man under observation worked on a new team, part of an expansion the senior management had recently initiated. The upside of this new team was that Anna saw a number of new faces frequently enough to establish rapport with some of them.

Heartlocks

Fri, 11 Aug 2017 00:00:00 +0000

Simple things can trigger happy memories, for me it’s the sound of a key in a lock, until now. Once, the rattle of keys in the many locks of the heavy front door found me capering about my room in anticipation. Keys in the front door meant my Elizabeth had returned from her labors. Keys in the front door meant keys would soon unlock the chain wrapped chest in my room, allowing us both to access the ropes and straps and other objects within to stimulate senses and desire.

Reunion Awry

Sun, 05 Feb 2017 00:00:00 +0000

“You’re in number 12. All the way at the end.” The uniformed man on the flight line waved Jim toward a waiting aircraft at the far end of the row. Jim made his way toward number 12, winding through knots of people and individuals, all as lost as he was. Half remembered faces smiled or frowned at him, maybe struggling to remember his name.

A line of VTOL aircraft, stinking pavement, barked orders, and vaguely familiar people were not part of his ideal tenth high school reunion. Of course, nothing was normal where Colliersburg was concerned.

Rebecca's Reason Part 3

Mon, 23 Aug 2010 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Rebecca’s Reason Part 2)

Chapter 3

The house grew chilly as the night wore on. The furnace was computer controlled and tried to save a few bucks while everyone was supposed to be asleep. When it kicked back on, Ryan knew he had just a few hours and that his wife was probably at the airport already. He counted, estimating fifteen minutes.

“Unnn! Eeee! Oooo!” He began to thrash, arching his back and twisting his right shoulder. His whole right arm seemed to be in a spasm of some kind.

Rebecca’s Reason

Tue, 27 Jul 2010 00:00:00 +0000

continued from part one Chapter 2

“Oh, shit!” Ryan began humping and sliding across the floor toward the knife by the bathroom. The race was no contest. With the need for stealth gone, Holly ran into the room and grabbed the rope wrapped around his knees, hauling him back to the floor at the foot of the bed.

“Whoa! Where are you going in such a hurry?” Holly’s voice was steady, as though she handled bound men in lingerie every day.

Rebecca’s Reason

Mon, 12 Jul 2010 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

The phone rang just as Ryan stepped into the kitchen from the basement stairwell, dusty gym bag in hand. A glance at the display showed that his wife was calling.

“Hi, Rebecca. Conference still going strong?”

“Just breaking up for dinner sessions. Did you remember to eat?”

“Of course. I don’t fall completely apart when you’re away. I had a nice salad at The Cafe and picked up a few snacks on the way home.” Ryan placed the bag on the table, trying not to make any noise. “No interesting mail. No messages.”

Rebecca's Reason

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

The phone rang just as Ryan stepped into the kitchen from the basement stairwell, dusty gym bag in hand. A glance at the display showed that his wife was calling.

“Hi, Rebecca. Conference still going strong?”

“Just breaking up for dinner sessions. Did you remember to eat?”

Rebecca's Reason Part 2

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Rebecca’s Reason)_

Chapter 2

“Whoa! Where are you going in such a hurry?” Holly’s voice was steady, as though she handled bound men in lingerie every day.