The arena polo match was deep into the fourth chukka, and they were losing by a goal, but Helen had a clear shot. She swung her mallet. "Damn!" she shouted when the ball sliced off to bang loudly on the wooden boards surrounding the polo arena. It was onl...
In shadows cast by dim-lit room's embrace, My Mistress's gaze ignites a whispered trace, "Have you heard tales of fields where desires roam?" She whispers soft, igniting curiosity's flame. Her eyes a dance, a beguiling riddle spun, Arousing whispers of th...
Showing devotion After some time, Maitresse Anne extended her hand, beckoning me to approach. The familiar gesture was a command I had been trained to heed without hesitation. With a sense of reverence, I knelt before her, my body instinctively assuming t...
The Invititation. The room was filled with a tranquil ambiance as I gently massaged Maitresse Anne's weary muscles. The soothing strokes of my hands worked to ease away the tensions of the day, allowing her to find solace in the momentary respite. The fli...
Sunday morning, Nicole was awakened by a commotion outside. She looked at the clock. It was only 6:30 in the morning and Annabelle wasn’t in bed. Nicole hurried into the kitchen and then yelped slightly. Annabelle, Frank, and three farmhands were sitting...
Saturday night in the barn was terrible for Nicole. It wasn’t that she was tied up in a stall. It wasn’t that she had only the weird-tasting water to drink. It wasn’t even that she again spent almost two hours with her front hooves against the back wall t...
It was mid-afternoon Saturday. Suzy and Maggie, partners for five years, had just gotten home from an excursion to their favorite mall. Each carried bags containing the new lingerie they’d purchased. It was a favorite pastime, trying on and buying reveali...
When Nicole arrived at the farm, Annabelle was standing in the barnyard waiting for her. “Park the car alongside the house,” Annabelle said. Nicole gripped the steering wheel in fear. She had been planning to use the few moments behind the barn to clean h...
This didn’t start with the Super Bowl. Charlotte and I have been in each other’s faces since we were hired together six years ago. It’s just that this football season seems to have brought things to a head. We are both section heads for Pearson Consulting...
Rain pattered against the high windows of the cozy little library on the third floor of Beaulac Manor. Fredric Beaulac, master of the estate, sat in his favourite wingback chair, one leg crossed loosely over the other as he read by the fire, contentedly e...
