Originally posted to Adult BackWash: Thursday February 12, 2004  

The package was delivered on time, wrapped in bright yellow paper and tied around with a neon pink ribbon. Just as it was shown in the fancy catalogue. Three men delivered it to her apartment, high in the sky of downtown Toronto. It was a heavy package. The men lingered, expecting a tip for services rendered. They didn't know her of course. She wasn't a big tipper, not for those kind of services anyway. They soon left and she was alone with her package.

All was quiet for awhile. She took her time, made fresh coffee, kicked off her high heeled work shoes and flipped through the latest issue of her favourite magazine. She knew it wouldn't stay quiet for ever. She was right, as usual.

The package began making moaning sounds. Before long it began moving, being bumped from within. She wasn't alarmed. She knew she could expect just what she had ordered. The company was very reliable. None of her orders had been anything less than perfect in the past. The only difference was this time it was personal. This time she had ordered for herself. Not another friend, a co-worker or a needy relative. This one was all hers. …more

Originally posted to Sex Kitten (2003 - 2004)

The house had history, atmosphere and music. It also had a ghost.

"Every house has it's own music, you just have to listen."

"You're full of it. Spouting that philosophical nonsense when we need to focus on getting out of here. What does any of that namby pamby crap matter now?"

"It matters." Kate settled down cross-legged on the cellar floor. She ignored the cold cement, the mustiness and her husband's temper. It wasn't her fault the door had swung shut and stayed that way. Sure she had brought him here to explore with her but she wasn't the one naive enough to expect every door that opened once would open again on the other side. …more

Originally posted to Adult BackWash: Friday February 20, 2004  

"Greg, I'd be lying if I said this was going to hurt you as much as it's going to hurt me. It's not going to hurt me at all. In fact, I'm going to have fun while you squirm." Sharon jerked on his collar and slipped the leash through one of the metal loops. "Get up, you've got a long night ahead of you."

She yanked on the leash and pulled him along, back to the main room. Kicking the box and packaging out of her way she sat down on the couch and hauled him down over her lap. His hands were grabbed one at a time and locked onto the sides of his collar with handcuffs. It was very uncomfortable to have his arms twisted up mostly behind his back. He wasn't putting up with this!

Without saying anything Sharon began spanking him. Greg was so surprised he didn't even feel the sting of her hand right away. He started to get up but she jerked on the leash again, pulling him back down. When he still struggled to stand the leash was removed, she dug an elbow into the small of his back and then began whipping his ass with the leather leash. That really stung. Greg, struggled harder but she thwarted him by jabbing in her elbow harder. Other than becoming violent himself there was little he could do but let himself be spanked. It was humiliating. …more

Originally posted to Adult BackWash.

"You've been a really bad grrl." Keanu stated, slipping me underneath his body, trapping me between the softness of the mattress and the hardness of him. "You should know better than to leave someone tied up for an hour while you gallivant around. Very poor conduct and really poor sportsmanship."

He pressed his cock deeper inside me as he told me off. I squirmed. I didn't really like more penetration right after a good orgasm. But, this wasn't a good time to assert myself. He was right, of course. I had slipped past the polite rules of adult consent and bondage in general, a few times at least. He'd been a good sport about the whole thing.

"I bet you didn't find out all that much about me. You don't know how much I like kinky sex and what exactly I do like. For all you know I could be into rape, torture, whatever." He reached between our bodies and pinched my nipple, hard, twisting it between his fingers. It did hurt, but not unbearably. …more

Originally posted to Adult BackWash.

"My dear, delicious Keanu, you've been such a bad boy..." I grinned up at him. "How lucky you found me to help straighten you out."

"I didn't find you, if you'll remember. I wasn't even looking for you." Keanu said, arching an eyebrow at me.

"Don't spoil the mood with useless details, I'm having too much fun." Trailing the whip handle down his chest I hovered it over his erection. I laughed up at his flushed face, slipping the whip over his body. The trailing end brushing his cheek on the way down.

"Look, I really don't want to be whipped." He said, trying a more serious and intense look on me. …more