The First Incident I wondered when I’d hear from Lynn Fortier again because she had told me to expect her. I didn’t know how long that would be; she had only said it would be “occasionally.” It turned out to be only a week. She was the executive director of my division, but I didn’t report directly to her. Except for the previous week, I had rarely spoken to her. She didn’t go in for a lot of socializing with her employee...

Naked other than for a locked chastity belt, Kate stepped into her bath, hoping that the candles, the bubbles and the soft music would relax her. She tied her unbrushed blonde hair up into a bun and lay back to daydream about her morning with James. She pictured his tongue pushing into her chastity belt and reaching so tantalisingly close. Lubricated by the scented bubbles, she tried to push her own fingers inside, but th...

Chapter 8: Party Night. “I'm sorry, Lady Nicole, but Mistress Faye has summoned me to clean up her suite,” says Brooke. “There’s nobody else here at the moment to cover the office while I’m gone.” “Okay, I’ll keep an eye on things. Is there anything which needs doing while you’re gone?” I reply, noting that this is an example of what Monique and I were talking about less than ten minutes ago. It goes without saying that h...

Chapter 7: A Night with Olivia “You can recognise which locks you can open by the colour of the palm pad, Lady,” says Olivia. “White pads control locks everyone can open, blue ones only open for Ladies and Mistresses, and black ones are for Mistresses' use only. The colour coding matches the colours associated with each caste.” I had already surmised that was the reason for the different coloured palm pads around the plac...

Chapter 6: Shibari “Lady Nicole is a closet expert at Shibari,” says Brooke when the eight of us are sat down for our evening meal. “I’m what?!?” I exclaim. “What on earth is Shibari?” “Japanese rope bondage,” replies Stephanie. “Is this true?” “I know how to do a few knots and a handful of bondage ties, but I’m a long way from being an expert in anything like that.” “Well, let us be the judge of that,” says Monique. “Bro...

Once Samsara cut Vicki's collar from my neck, she and I left the church in Chicago and went on the longest flight of my life. We rode in the limo to the airport nude and no one cared. I was entering a life where this was normal. All thoughts to the contrary were left in that basement. I was given strict instructions by Samsara to sleep on the flight. The church took a lot out of me so that was no problem. Believe it or no...

It was a few years later and Belinda and James were now living together. It was late on a sunny Friday afternoon and James had spent the day working from home. “Hi darling, I’ve finished,” his smiling voice flowed freely through the intercom. There was a short delay as Belinda’s bare feet skipped across the kitchen and retrieved her intercom from underneath a pile of washing. “Are you sure?” she asked teasingly, looking o...

Chapter 5: The New Receptionist Lying in bed toying with my clit isn’t something I’ve done for quite a while, and I’m careful not to disturb the four other women sleeping around me. But yesterday introduced me to so many different erotic sensations that I feel as though I’m living in a dreamworld revolving around sex. Which I suppose is precisely what La Chatte Heureuse delivers to everyone staying on this remote island....

Though dawn had risen the next morning, there was no sun. Chalk it up to the ritual - or just plain coincidence - but the storm had gotten so violent it was as dark as night outside. Roads were washed away, power was out, and trees were down.  Samsara unshackled me from the fuck bench in the center of the room and took me to the basement where there was a horizontal St. Andrews cross. She laid me down on it and shackled m...

Chapter 4: Cucumbers The final building on our tour is the tower-like structure that was once the main house. I presume the original owner, Obadiah Greenway, had it built like this to intimidate his neighbours and employees. I can’t imagine any other reason for someone to build his house like a 12th-century castle. There are wide steps leading up to the single entrance to the tower. The strong wooden doors open into the s...

Have you ever met anyone that you truly despise? I’m not one of those girls that pretends they don’t hate. I’m a hater for sure and I’m proud to admit it. I hate people who were born with a silver spoon in their mouth. I hate people that were handed everything on a plate. I hate people who think they’re better than everyone else, and I especially hate celebrities and influencers.   What is the thing with influencers? I ju...

  Hello, my name is Alison and I have a story to share. This is not an easy tale to tell. Basically, it's a situation that was beyond my control. Inevitable so to speak and the worst part is that I knew it was going to happen. There was just no way of preventing it. It's situations like this that are so unfair in the world. The way some girls are just born beautiful and have life easy, while others have nothing. Regardles...

Being the only female judge in my city carries weight. It had been a long road of ambition, education and professionalism to reach the height that I had. I'd barged my way through sexism and misogyny to sit comfortably in one of the most respected positions in the community. When I sat on that bench overseeing a hearing, it said 'Judge Sanders' on the nameplate and everyone knew it. I was in charge.Being a moderately attr...