A Night in the Caves

  A Night in the Caves   He walked down the beautifully tiled staircase leading into the depths of the wine cave. Like so many architectural details in Europe, these tiles and their ancient patina added to the feeling that he was not only descending into something dark, but descending into time itself. These stairs were like so many others, different others. Downward stairs leading beneath an Italian castle, upward stairs leading into an Austrian ex-ballroom,…

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Collared (The Remainder of The First Tale)

The Remainder of The First Tale.   This tale began here.   The violet lighting she was bathed in was soft yet intense, edgy and soothing at the same time. She loved the iridescent effect it had on the metal features of her chain and collar. She also had a glow emanating from within. Her mindset and confidence? Steadfast. Complete. Her desire, willingness, determination? Complete. Her excitement? Complete. But despite her outward composure, no one…

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Collared

Only One Tale for Now     The party attendees were still present along the many soft white sofas lining the perimeter of the expansive room. The house rules and the rules of consent had been reviewed, and normally the serious endeavor of hedonistic physical pleasure would have begun. Today, though, the attendees were asked to wait one more moment for a special guest. After a few minutes of anticipation, a man quietly led the…

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Waiting

You’re in the living room, on your knees in the submissive position, wearing nothing but your collar… awaiting my arrival. The grandfather clock across the room is a bit too old-fashioned, but you know that I require it so that you can always hear the succinct tick-tock to remind you of your 24×7 obedience to me. Every second, every hour, of every day. You know I’m due, but I’m not always punctual. I don’t need…

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Used

You received my text message ordering you to position yourself. A five-minute warning, of sorts. You’ve readied yourself as I desired, wearing nothing but a short dress, sheer stockings, and heels. Obediently, you’re now poised on the side of the bed, bent over, forearms on the pillowed mattress, waiting. You know that I will arrive very soon, but not precisely when. I want you to have the time to think, to anticipate, to savor what…

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Your Gift of My Control

The desperation in your eyes tries to deceive, but I know you’re experiencing only pure pleasure, as you haven’t used any of your safewords. Your hands are restrained above your head, attached to the wall behind you, while the rest of you is exposed to me. Your sore, sensitive bottom stings from the roughness of the wooden platform, reminding you of the treatment I have already administered there, the sweet pain resulting from a combination…

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The Real You

You are dressed up in respectable, smart, but shapely business attire, nice stockings, jacket and skirt, buttoned blouse, heels. But… When I see you I will be amazed that your slut self dared to look and behave so properly. Who are you trying to fool? What are these false trappings you are attempting to hide behind? I will be forced to reveal you for the whore that you are, and make you pay dearly for…

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