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Prelude

My exploration and self-discovery memories

August 6 2023 Dear Diary, Today marks the beginning of a new chapter in my life, one that I have decided to share with you, my most trusted confidant. My name is Nekane, and at 36 years old, I find myself standing at a crossroads where my past meets my pr...

Daphne Challenged!

A reader of one of my recent stories questioned some aspects of a particular hairbrush spanking and actually sets up a re-creation of the scene, both intrigued and eager to prove a point!

They were both writers of erotic stories who’d recently started submitting stories to a website that provided an outlet for their creative and fantastical tales as well as a source of such arousing stories for those who only read them. Another commonality...

The Thrill Of Defeat, Chapter Three: A Victor's Light

With their lives changed, Alia and Zainab revisit the mall.

Alia stands before me in splendor, gleaming with what I can only describe as a victor’s light. She smiles so brightly that even under the ample lighting of the mall, she somehow manages to stand out. But it’s not a friendly smile. She twirls before me in...

The Thrill Of Defeat, Chapter Two: An End To Freedom

Alia and Anbar experiment with Zainab's submission

I’m in hell. I’m walking through Alia’s front door, and I’m in hell. And not in one of the nice circles, oh no. This entire evening has been a gradual, but unstoppable descent into my worst nightmares. I’m wobbly on my feet. My heels – which I hate wearin...

The Thrill Of Defeat, Chapter One: A Spoonful Of Meekness

Zainab is hypnotised into meekness towards her rich friend.

“How do I look?” Alia twirls in a deep green dress before me, giggling for all the world like we haven’t spent most of the afternoon trudging through the mall. Still, I’m a good sport, so I give her a smile. “Very pretty, Alia.” God, I feel like I’m in th...

The Better Girl

Mel and Maddie wrestle for dominance - and for Brian.

As the pale light of a cold autumn midday filtered through the trees, I wondered how the hell it had come to this. I loved Brian, and he loved me. This was no passing infatuation: I’m talking about four, long happy years of smooth sailing together. How co...

The History Lesson

Professor spirals into her bossy assistant's control.

For the last five years I've held the chair of Korean History (Early Modern) at my university, which I consider the crowning achievement of my life. I'm the first woman to occupy this particular chair, in a field normally dominated by old men, and at the...

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