The Mistress walked into the brokerage firm with the intention of investing some spare cash in a stock she had heard about. Actually, a slave had blurted out the “inside” information about the firm he owned, revealing that the company earnings would far exceed market estimates. This would cause the value per share to skyrocket, he had told her. Read more…
Tag: Emerald Eyes
INTRO: We’ll skip our usual, long-winded introduction for this tale which we found to be completely self-explanatory. Hope it gives you the kicks (especially if delivered by lovely, nylon-clad foot) that it did for Mistress and me! Read more…
“Why have you come here?” Goddess Marquesa asked.
“I don’t know,” I answered, and it was the truth. She had agreed to a private meeting with me only after much pleading, but I could not identify the root of my pressing need. “The trance sessions I’ve had with you have been wonderful, but lately I don’t feel myself. Look…” I held up my hand, palm down. It trembled involuntarily. “I can’t make it stop. I have trouble sleeping. I can’t focus at work. What’s happening to me? Can you help me with this?” Read more…
by not so wiley coyote
D.H. Lawrence claimed the novel was the greatest invention since the telescope because it wouldn’t let you tell lies and put them over. To get you to believe what happened in Florida may take a novel. I’m having some problems believing some of it myself. Read more…
A story inspired by Goddess Marquesa
The package arrived at my office wrapped in plain brown paper and addressed to “Dr. Fletcher, PsyD MD.” Inside was a wooden box, stained a light red-ochre color, with the name “Pandora” painted on the cover in gold leaf. It was accompanied by a note in a round feminine hand: Read more…
