Toy

“You belong to me now. You are a thing; a toy, whose sole purpose is to bring me pleasure. Say it; you are my toy.” “I…I am…y-your…toy.” The words still rung in Emmanuelle’s ears, almost drowning out the sounds coming from the darkness: The crack of the whip against bare… Read more“Toy”

The Visitor

I awoke in the middle of the night feeling as if I hadn’t slept at all. It was dark outside. I stumbled into the bathroom to relieve myself and as I stood there trying to figure out why I was so damned tired, I started recounting my evening to see… Read more“The Visitor”