Posts Tagged ‘M/f’
Happy Holiday’s!
A WONDERFUL TIME OF THE YEAR The year end holiday season is a wonderful time. Families get together for celebration. It is a time of reflection on the year past and time forward. It is also a time of giving. During this time many volunteers donate countless hours to help those less fortunate. Following is a story of one selfless volunteer THE SPIRIT OF GIVING Hey, Dawn, you’re late. “Yea, Kimmy, late band practice for the girls. Sorry.” “No problem but we are expecting a big crowd. “I am sure with the bad economy we will have a record crowd.” Dawn and Kim were part of a crew of 12 volunteers and 2 regular employees preparing for a special Christmas Eve dinner at the Main Street Rescue Mission soup kitchen. The Christmas Eve dinner was very popular and a large turnout was expected. The crew took a break about a half hour before they started serving meals. Everyone was tired already but they were looking forward to serving the needy who were going to enjoy a great home cooked type meal. Dawn and Kim sat together as usual. “Hey Kimmy, I got some new pictures of the girls.” “Wow, are they cute, you and Matt must really be proud.” “Yeah they are great.” “I hate to be away from them today but this is so important.” “Dawn, I love the work we do, it is great to help people.” Dawn is one the best volunteers at the museum. Despite hold down a teaching job and raising two girls she finds time to volunteer for various charitable groups. They [...]
House of Singing Wind
Chapter 1 - Now Comes a Wanderer It goes against my better judgment to talk to her, much less have her in this house. The decision is not mine, however. This is the work of Maelstrom. And as long as he is writing the checks that make my life possible here at Singing Wind, who am I to argue? It is a very good life. She is, young, perhaps late twenties, early thirties, blonde with perfect legs; feet on one end and ass on the other. The fact that her ass can only be considered a 9 ½ is only because I have never seen a true 10. Meeting her at the door to my study, I offer my arm to escort her in, the perfect gentleman. I purposely situate her body out of my line of sight. I want only to concentrate on her face. It is not a beautiful face. No, not beautiful, Beautiful is too bland an adjective. She is interesting, intelligent, and smooth. These adjectives work. . She is magnificent, utterly magnificent. Perhaps you think I exaggerate, but this is not the case. I have made a life study of women and fancy myself a connoisseur of feminine flesh and character. To put it in the vernacular of my trade, this is a five million dollar cunt. And this was the strangest recruitment interview I have ever conducted. “…and he told me I could count on you to fully acclimate me to the facility.” She told me in a flat tone, delivered with even a flatter look on her face. She was sizing me up and at the same time, trying to maintain her dignity. Dignity is a strange thing to women. This [...]
Unexpected Discoveries
Chapter 1 The new office still had the smell of fresh paint and new construction. Remodeling had just been completed earlier in the week; just in time for the new furniture to be moved in and arraigned. The office had a distinctive Zen design, emphasizing simplicity and function. Jack Lete was a co-owner of Axis Corporation, an elite international security and private investigations company. Axis Corp had just opened its first U.S. location in Chicago. Jack volunteered to open the office so that he could be closer to his daughter, a senior in high school, who was living with his ex wife and her husband in the Chicago area. Chicago offered surprisingly affordable commercial real-estate pricing and a centralized U.S. location. Several years earlier, just before Jack retired from the army, he and several of his retired military veteran friends had started Axis Corp. They offered a unique highly specialized security firm that had recently added investigative work to its services. The firm initially began working as an international government contractor, filling security gaps that could not be covered by actual law enforcement or military personnel. The firm's business was growing, and they now provided high threat security to many of the world's wealthiest business executives, a growing list of celebrities, and individual private clients. Jack had been flying throughout the U.S. for the last few months, setting up contracts and conducting site threat and personal [...]
Fulfilling Her Dreams
The first time we’d actually met in person, it was in a quiet, empty, coney island on a cool fall evening. We’d been chatting for quite a while, almost 6 months I guess. I knew so much about the girl, everything about her really; what she thought, her every fantasy, I knew things about her that she herself didn’t know, at least not yet. She’d sent me a message online, she’d been 18 at the time, a good girl, a dutiful girl who never even thought of doing anything wrong or openly rebelling against her family. But deep down she knew she wanted to explore, to be controlled, to be used. Her email to me was the opening shot, or salvo, the first real attempt to find what she needed, but couldn’t fully admit to herself quite yet. It was almost a month before she finally admitted to me that she wanted to be raped, not that it would really be rape, because it’s what she wanted, but more than anything she wanted to be treated like she was just an object, devoid of control, to be used completely for a man’s pleasure and nothing more than a rag doll to be fucked and abused. Her name was Allison, but she went by Allie most of the time. I thought it was a cute, and perfect, name for her. She was attending community college nearby, looking to eventually be a nurse, or school teacher, though I wondered, if she was honest with herself, if her goal really wasn’t to find a Master, somebody to own and use her without mercy. My heart started beating the instant [...]
Super Bowl Torment
My name is Allura and the following is a journal entry that i wrote almost a year ago. i am owned and have been with my Master for about 2 years now. i am required by contract to keep a detailed, written account of any activities or punishments that my Master deems significant and wishes to recall. Master will read my journal regularly and check it for spelling and grammatical errors when He is in a particularly vicious mood and is looking for reasons to punish me; not that He ever needs a reason at all. When He goes away on business trips, Master takes my journal along as comfort and for His sheer pleasure. There have even been times when i am made to stand at “attention” in the middle of the room while my Master reads my very personal journal entries to his friends in order to humiliate me. At times, Master will read old entries aloud while i masturbate when He is in the mood to “play.” With Master Bill’s permission, i am sharing this punishment with you. Anything that is in parenthesis was added solely for your benefit and was not originally in my journal entry. February 1, 2009 This morning began just like every other morning. i woke up at 6 am and began my daily ritual of quickly showering, getting myself presentable, making breakfast and serving You in bed. I knelt quietly beside Your bed in my “in house attire.” (When i am home alone with my Master i am completely naked wearing only my two black leather wrist and ankle cuffs, and a thick black leather [...]
True Dreams of Rape
My name is Alice. I come from a somewhat well-off family and just finished my 2nd year of college. I have decided to take a break over the summer and maybe do some traveling. Being a Korean but born and raised in the States, I was thinking of visiting Korea since I have never been there. I had plenty of time to think about it so I decided to sleep on it. Studying for college finals for the last few weeks really bogged down my time at the gym for the last month so the next day I started my morning with a trip to the gym. I love fitness and staying in shape since I like to feel sexy with my 34b cups. My only complaint would be my small stature standing at 5’2. I was searching the internet researching different countries to see where I might have the most fun then an interesting picture caught my eye. I saw picture of a BDSM club in Amsterdam, Europe. I have always been interested in BDSM but I have never tried it. My darkest fantasy is actually being forcefully raped, but of course I’ve never been close to fulfilling such a wild and crazy fantasy like that. I was somewhat nervous thinking of visiting a BDSM club and more so because it would be outside of the States. Still, I talked myself into it, noting that that most of my time will be spent site seeing, shopping, and having fun and not hanging out at some sort of creepy dungeon all day and all night for 2 whole months. It was decided. I told my family and friends that I will be going to Europe for the summer. I booked [...]
Leslie`s adventure
Part 1. Tired after a long day of school, Leslie returned to her rented apartment facing a pile of homework, a sink of dishes and a night of boring television. The college lifestyle seemed so easy and free from high school - freedom, partying, a future. Now, it just seemed like work. 22, single, with a few friends and a student income, Leslie pondered. Was this really all it was supposed to be? Slim, with short brunette hair and an average body, Leslie never considered herself extraordinary - just average. Which suited her fine. With the other girls off partying, dancing, drinking.... getting into dangerous situations and trouble, Leslie was quite happy to stay at home and relax. Tonight, however, she needed something different. She thought about calling home - no, she did that all the time, and talking to her parents and her brother had just become routine. Internet chat was just too much - guys trolling for partners, girls dangling availability.... or just people i the mood to fight and mouth off. Flipping through her notes, Leslie saw a phone number.... from a classmate, who had offered it to her in case she had questions about the upcoming test. (more...)
Sweet Suzie’s Enslavement
I had managed to befriend her when, after she'd walked into the first day of art class late, and every guys head in the class turned to look and stayed that way far too long. In her white miniskirt, and blonde streaked hair, she was stunning, and she sat directly across from me in the big art room. I soon found myself with a bird's eye view of what every other guy in the room wanted to see, and given her sexiness, found myself, though knowing better, looking up her dress. I sensed she was aware of it, and slowly raised my eyes to meet her deep playful green ones, but instead of disdain, I saw the cutest knowing smile, and she never flinched or repositioned herself...as if to say; "Gotcha! Having fun?" That day we were doing a nude study rendering of the same ballerina/paid model I had drawn many times, and who most every other guy in the class wanted to nail, but whom I detested. Toward the end of the class, as the instructor walked around behind us, evaluating our progress, when he saw my rendering, he immediately walked over and snatched it up, and raised it for all to view. "It seems like some here weren't sure who the intended subject for the assignment was, and drew the wrong model." As the laughter became louder around the room, I sat with my eyes fixed on Suzie, who's eyes had widened, and whose face had turned a deep blush. "I drew the best model available in this room, as any decent artist would." I replied. The sketch was a fully naked, blond, rather precise [...]
Torture Weekend
Chapter 1 – Lesson One She arrived with her two daughters. She was taking them for a weekend excursion into the country. She had some idea of what to expect, but her two daughters did not. They were all dressed as directed by master. He wanted them to be very plain, but feminine. Looped earrings since they all had pierced ears was the only jewelry they were allowed. They all looked like school girls. A plain white button down blouse and a decorative skirt. They were told to be womanly and wear suitable underwear. They were to wear running shoes but no socks. Basically comfortable apparel. Master was delighted when they arrived. He questioned them if they knew the rules: He was master, they were to always do as he directed. They were not to speak unless master gave them permission. Mater owned them, they did not own anything. Everything they have belongs to master. They were not to look at master unless he gave them permission. They were not to talk to each other unless master gave them permission. They were to help master if he requested it, even if they disliked what it was master wanted them to do. They all agreed with master, though he saw some resentment in the face of the youngest daughter. Master told them all to enter his house and to sit at his kitchen table. They were all to read out load a contract that they were all to sign. First mother then each daughter. Mother was to also sign each daughter’s contract giving [...]
MONTANA MAN
It was only men in Charley's in those days, no females allowed, but for the one exception. No women's lib then to make Charley let them in, not in Montana anyway. Not out there in that godforsaken Divot country. So Charley's was just men, and not too many of them, either. Especially in the daytime, though there was more and more coming in in the afternoons once the plant closed and the logging was down and it seemed like everybody was laying off. The bars were the only places business was getting better. Charley's was maybe not exactly a bar, but something like it. Kind of a local hangout place, like a club only it wasn't private. But if you were a stranger you usually left pretty quick after you got your drink or whatever, because Charley wasn't friendly to strangers. The exceptions about no women was when Ramsey Boyce brought his wife in. It only happened once in a while, and there was no way of telling when it was going to be. Those times could be a month apart, could be three or four months, could be six. No pattern to it. Nobody ever knew, if they stopped into Charley's some afternoon, if maybe that would be a day Ramsey would show up. With his wife. I guess everybody thought about it, though. Hoped a little. Or a lot. The regulars had more of a chance. I knew two guys anyway used to hang around Charley's every single afternoon, waiting for the time. Ramsey hardly never came into Charley's alone. He hardly went anyplace anytime, except to work. Nobody went to his [...]