Archive | 02.01.2010
- Submitting To Stuart Ch. 07
Stuart wandered over to the red leather sofa and flung himself down upon it. His leather pants squeaked as they connected with the cushions and his still sweaty skin slipped as his leaned against the arm.
"Lydia," Stuart said. "Come sit by me." Stuart patted the seat next to him.
Lydia left Thomas, her husband and slave, draped over the ottoman, his arse still on display. She walked over to the sofa, then demurely bent her knees sideways and sat down next to Stuart's hips. She placed her hands ... more
- Surrender
The minute he stepped into the room a slow and aching fear began to spread across his back and settle into his shoulders. In one quick glance he could tell his entrance was a mistake, but it was far too late to turn back. The room was a perfect cube, four rust stained walls, a window covered with a thick layer of dark brown filth, one solitary light bulb hanging from a mass of wires in the center, dangling forebodingly over a plain musty mattress. The fear that had originally washed over him moved ... more