Long one

Chapter One

When I met Shannon Brien I was twenty-three, had just gotten my M.S., and was teaching in a community college while I worked on my Ph.D. Shannon was in a College Algebra class I taught in my first Spring semester, and I noticed her as soon as I entered the room.  I had broken up with my graduate-school girlfriend some time earlier, so I was very vulnerable to Shannon's very obvious charms; so vulnerable, in fact, that my cock actually stiffened slightly when I saw her in the front row.

The five bar gate leading to Greg Dawson's farmhouse was closed so Myriam had to alight from her car and open the gate before passing inside. Once inside, she remembered her instructions and alighted from the car again to close the gate. Inside the farmhouse a bell sounded when the gate opened and it sounded again when it closed. The driveway leading to the house was about a hundred metres long and Myriam drove up to the house. She parked the car and walked the remaining ten paces to the front door.

In the years since my graduation from college I've managed to stay in touch with several of the people who were friends of mine during those formative years. Usually once a year three of my male college friends come to visit and spend the weekend with me. I'd not had the opportunity to introduce them to my new wife, and I looked forward to them coming this year perhaps more than any other in the past.

Released after being jailed for 12 years for a crime he didn\'t commit a chance encounter gives the opportunity for payback.

The consultancy offices were easy to find - a modern one-story office building, well landscaped, with a handful of parking places near the entrance. Shannon didn't have a car since most of her daily needs were fulfilled by the university, so she walked the few short blocks to the offices. She entered the small lobby and went to the receptionist's station, a simple window cut into the side of the wall with a narrow shelf upon which rested a small silver bell. A textured plastic pane separated her from the persons on the other side of the wall.

 The offer was as simple as it was shocking.  And very tempting.  I
was out working in the yard one hot July afternoon when one of my
neighbors dropped by.  I'll call her Hanna to protect the guilty.
Hanna is a wealthy woman in her early forties.  She made her money in
the shoe business and sold out two years ago to a foreign competitor
for enough to live comfortably for a dozen lifetimes.  I've often
wondered why she stayed in our neighborhood of relatively modest
homes.  Hanna is an attractive, fit woman with dark hair and olive

A Ph.D. student is kidnapped and tied spread-eagled to the bed of a college professor with instructions that he was to rape her. He did and one thing led to another.

A cheerful Mexican woman vacuums the carpet outside my cubicle. Since I
often work late, I frequently have the chance to admire her busty figure.
The frumpy jacket and slacks worn by the building janitorial staff do
little to hide her voluptuous hourglass figure. I mentally redress her in
a black leather corset, thigh-high stockings, and a huge red ballgag to
match her pouty lips. I don't forget the leather straps, either. Two at
elbows and wrists to thrust her impressive teats outward. Two more at

The story of a male slave's punishments for breaking rules of his Mistress.

Part 1