Tag: Control

The Single Man’s Dilemma part 1

This is a story of the dilemma facing many single men as we are about to end the 1990’s (we’d much prefer not to call them the “gay” nineties though, at times, that seems to be the trend! Instead, let’s look forward to the 21st century, the beginning of the era of Womankind!) Our story depicts what we see as very typical experiences of single men as they have been in the eighties, and still are, in the nineties. The only difference is that there is a happy ending for Rod, our hero. He is able to come to terms with his true inner nature that is opposed by the cross currents he finds in the “norms” of everyday society around him. Alas, most young single men never achieve Rod’s inner peace, nor do many of them understand how to solve their problem–let alone do they even have the foggiest notion of what their problems are!

Rod is a single young man–a “yuppie” who was raised in Orange County, CA. He now lives in a home he rents, along with two other roommates, in the hills facing on the San Fernando Valley. Hollywood lies below these same hills on the other side. Rod works for a brokerage firm in Beverly Hills. Read more…

The Shoplifter

Jerry had shopped – or was it ‘shoplifted’ – in the department store several times in the last week. He had taken watches, jewelry and other small items but this time he was going to steal a complete dress suit. He carefully picked the right size as his eyes checked for sales clerks. He didn’t want to be interrupted.

He unconsciously listened to the droning canned music from the speakers in the ceiling. He had noticed, every time be was in the store, a low, barely audible tone mixed in with the sappy music. He made a mental note to complain to the management – the next time he wasn’t stealing, that is. He laughed to himself that “he might never get such an opportunity.” Read more…

The sheriff gets what he has coming

The night was clear, the sky filled with stars. The warm wind rushed by the beautiful face of the Magnificent Mistress Marquesa as She drove across the desert on a dark, seemingly deserted, highway. Her long, lustrous, sexy blonde hair was tossed by the wind—making it even more attractive . . . if that is at all possible. She was a stunning sight indeed—that is if anyone else was lucky enough to be out on this lonely stretch of road . . . Read more…

Sensual Satin Siesta

He was a new employee in this charity. They had him down to work temporarily in their central south office and he had been there a week. Ms. Winters, the General Manager, was fairly strict. But he found something somehow gentle and soothing about her manner. She seemed to appreciate this, giving him little, gentle endearments when he was in the office. He always remembered everything he could about each instance when she said anything to him like, “Sweet boy” and “Good boy”. When she said such things, he could not help his knees turning to rubber, despite being 15 years her junior. Though certainly no boy, whilst he would not consciously admit it, her endearing words turned him on and aroused him like nothing else he knew. Read more…

Saturated By My Sweet Control

It s been nearly five days since i last came in honor to Marquesa. Her Voice becomes more and more demanding within me, and this morning, i wanted to masturbate for Her very much. But, She had other plans. Read more…

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