So if you are under 18, a right wing republican christian or anyone else who is offended by nudity, vulgarity and/or a wanton disrespect for societal norms, consider yourself warned and leave. Oh and might I add, "If thine eyes offend thee, PLUCK THEM OUT". Just don't complain!

~The more defects a man may have, the older he is, the less lovable, the more resounding his success.~
Marquis de Sade

"Allow me to be frank at the commencement. You will not like me. The gentlemen will be envious and the ladies will be repelled. You will not like me now and you will like me a good deal less as we go on. Ladies, an announcement: I am up for it, all the time. That is not a boast or an opinion, it is bone hard medical fact. I put it round you know. And you will watch me putting it round and sigh for it. Don't. It is a deal of trouble for you and you are better off watching and drawing your conclusions from a distance than you would be if I got my tarse up your petticoats. Gentlemen. Do not despair, I am up for that as well. And the same warning applies. Still your cheesy erections till I have had my say. But later when you shag - and later you will shag, I shall expect it of you and I will know if you have let me down - I wish you to shag with my homuncular image rattling in your gonads. Feel how it was for me, how it is for me and ponder. 'Was that shudder the same shudder he sensed? Did he know something more profound? Or is there some wall of wretchedness that we all batter with our heads at that shining, livelong moment. That is it. That is my prologue, nothing in rhyme, no protestations of modesty, you were not expecting that I hope. " from The Libertine and the bottom of Nic's dark soul.

There is in every madman a misunderstood genius whose idea, shining in his head, frightened people, and for whom delirium was the only solution to the strangulation that life had prepared for him.
~Antonin Artaud

I hurt myself see if i still feel......I focus on the pain......the only thing thats real......The needle tears a hole.....the old familiar sting........try to kill it all away..........but I remember everything........what have I become, my sweetest friend .........everyone i know, goes away in the end.......and you could have it all, my empire of dirt........I will let you down..........I will make you hurt..........I wear this crown of thorns.....upon my liars chair......full of broken thoughts.........I cannot repair..........beneath the stains of time........the feelings are someone else..........I am still right here.........What have I become, my sweetest friend..........everyone I know, goes away in the end...........and you could have it all, my empire of dirt..........I will let you down............I will make you hurt...........if I could start again, a million miles away..........I will keep myself..........I would find a way.......NINE INCH NAILS

Sunday, July 23, 2006
The Libertine of Libby Part 7

The church bell was striking 12 noon when Lil, Rita and Lic Mee walked out the front door of The House of Soiled Doves. The sun was high in the dry Montana sky, creating a barely tolerable heat. Everyone knew that it would get much hotter and that heat brought out the worse in some men. Lil had waited for Rita and Lic Mee to finish their baths and breakfast so that the three partners could inspect their new holdings together. It seemed no matter how she prodded them to get done, they were not going to be hurried. Nell cleaned the baths and when done cleaned the kitchen. Though Lil had acquired the Lost Paradise and Hotel using Nell's horrid childhood as a bargaining chip; she had little intention of doing more than taking care of her. Lil had her own history of abuses as did everyone in the House, Nell's just happened to be worth something. Men stared as the three women walked down the boardwalk, while the more pious women looked on with scorn. Neither Lil, Rita nor Lic Mee cared about these pathetic bitches and the men's staring eyes only meant they were hungry for what the house offered.

When they reached the Lost Paradise, they found Tommy sitting at a table with a beer and a deck of cards; he was playing poker with himself. Five hands were dealt, and Tommy was holding the worse of them. "It's OK injun, unlucky at cards; lucky at love" Lic Mee said. Tommy grinned thinking about how ironic it was that she had said that; just that morning he had gotten lucky with Nell and knew Lic Mee was always up for a romp.

"OK Sheriff, before you and Lic Mee start fucking on the table; why don't you show us our winnings. I'm curious to see what that perverted predecessor of yours had going on both on the books and beneath the ground." Lil was eager to discover what kind of profit the saloon and hotel had been generating, she saw an empire in the making and wanted to make the most of it while she was still relatively young. Tommy had mentioned dungeons that morning which aroused a different sort of curiosity. "First the books, then your dungeons"

Tommy showed Lil to the office; the scene of the sheriffs brutal assault on her. As she entered, a dark feeling swallowed her. She stood at the door as if she was watching the rape occur. She could feel his hands on her and the pain of his cock as it invaded her dry cunt. Lil felt nauseated, but was determined to defeat this feeling, just as she had defeated the originator of it. She stopped thinking about the rape and instead thought of how Sheriff John Geiger had met his demise at her (his last victim) hands. She remembered how unimpressive he looked, sprawled out at the bottom of the boarding house stairs atop the inn keeper’s wife and smiled. That image drove her demon from her head and heart as well as the room. She went to the large desk and Tommy handed her a set of books. As her three friends searched the office; Lil went over the records the Sheriff had kept for the hotel and saloon. Though the bar seemed to be taking in a lot of money, the books showed enough expenditures to keep the profit margin very low. As for the hotel, it appeared to be barely making it. It made no sense to Lil that a man with Geiger's business sense would keep two businesses that were almost in ruin. On the last page of the ledger was a series of numbers and letters, which Lil recognized to be a combination for a safe; unfortunately there was no safe in the office. "Maybe at the hotel” she thought as she ripped out the page and pushed it in her purse. “Find anything worthwhile in here; like a safe perhaps?” she asked, but knew the answer already.

“No, but we found his private stock of whiskey, Champaign, cigars, and some rather shocking photos of Nell at various ages. This fucker was a real asshole” Rita said.

Lil turned to Tommy and said “Show me the dungeons” Tommy led them to a door behind the bar which went down to the saloon’s basement. He lit a couple of kerosene lanterns which illuminated a cellar filled with beer barrels and whisky crates, aside from some other miscellaneous stuff, it seemed pretty much like every other saloon cellar she had ever seen. “So where are these dungeons you talked about” she asked. Tommy just pointed to a wall with shelves on it full of bottles. He led the women to the shelves and pushed on one end causing it to swing into a dark cavernous space.

“I saw him open it one time and came back when he was at the ranch. I swear that man was the cruelest human I have ever known. Grab a lantern and come with me” he told the women as he entered the passage. Once beyond the book shelves they found themselves in room that was straight out of Gothic castle. The room was made to punish, torture, rape and possibly kill without the outside world hearing a victim’s plea or scream. In one corner there were boots and clothing in a pile, where he had stripped his intended victims.
Lil went to a wall that had chains on it and could see areas on the floor that had been stained with blood. She kept reminding herself that this ogre was dead, but speculation about what he had done there brought up old feelings. “It doesn’t end here”, Tommy said as he took the women to another shelved wall. This time the shelves swung into a dark passage. Tommy lit a couple of torches on the walls and led them to a door that opened into another cavernous dungeon. It was much like the one under the saloon as far as size and shape, but this one had a forge in its center and a stack of wood to feed its fire. Around the forge were branding irons with words on them. Lil read each out loud, “Thief”, “Liar”, “Cheat”, “Outlaw” and then saw the word “Whore”. She now knew what fate she and her friends would have faced had they not dispatched the Sheriff. There were shackles on the stone walls and a variety of whips. In one corner Lil saw something shrouded in a canvas; when she lifted it she found a cage about 3 feet wide and 4 feet high. She shuddered to think about the people who had occupied the tiny cell and the fate they probably met. In another corner there was another shrouded object; she took a deep breath and pulled the canvas back. Her hand immediately went for her purse and the ledger page inside as she stared at the large black safe.

While Lil was trying to open the safe, Tommy took Lic Mee’s hand and led her to the wall with shackles. He had her face it as he applied the cuffs to her wrists and ankle restraints to her ankles. He turned the key tightening each lock until she was secure. Rita was holding the lantern so Lil could read the combination and dial the numbers on the safe. Neither woman saw Tommy as he lifted Lic Mee’s dress and petticoats, then pulled down her bloomers exposing her hips and ass. Tommy rubbed Lic Mee’s ass as she pushed it into his hand. He put his mouth to her ear and whispered “I am going to fuck you my sweet prisoner and I don’t want you to cry out. If you so much as moan, I will punish you” Lic Mee nodded eagerly in agreement, while Tommy slid his hand between her thighs and started rubbing her clit with his thumb. She bit down on her lower lip as he stimulated her to her first orgasm of the day. Her ass was sticking out, begging to be taken as her forehead rested on the wall. Tommy knew his time was short as he watched Lil open the safe; he undid the buttons on his trousers and released his already swollen member. Slowly he led it to Lic Mee’s very wet cunt and angled it in. He started it very slow and deliberate, but given his situation knew he didn’t have time to go slow so he started fucking her faster trying not to make to much noise. Rita and Lil seemed focused on the contents of the safe as Lic Mee writhed in the shackles with clenched fist trying not to scream.

Tommy’s cock could take no more, it was just about to release his cum into his prisoner’s cunt when Rita said, “When you two get done fucking, you may want to see what we found. The shocked sheriff pulled out just as his cock spewed forth its load. The flying cum landed on Lic Mee’s thigh and began to trickle down it as Tommy frantically worked on the cuffs.

“Well that was certainly fun” Lic Mee said, “Maybe next time I can cuff you and then piss on your leg” When Tommy had released the last lock he brought his hand up Lic Mee’s thigh corralling the cum on his finger which he put directly into her mouth.

“Don’t say I never fed my prisoner” Tommy said as he withdrew the appendage. They joined Lil and Rita at the safe and saw Lil looking over another ledger.

“We’ve hit the mother-lode children” She said. This ledger contains the real amounts the saloon and hotel have earned and it is a handsome figure; it also contains account numbers in banks throughout Montana, Idaho and Washington. The sheriff had squirreled away over two hundred thousand dollars that no one including his wife knew about. The pass books were in the safe as well as the adoption papers for a boy from Spokane, but there were no papers showing Nell’s adoption. As they rifled through the safe’s contents they found a metal box; when they opened it they found ten thousand dollars in cash and a stack of letters tied together. The last letter was dated 10 years ago and read:

Mr. Geiger,

This letter is being sent to tell you of the death of Miss Virginia Stockbridge. Miss Stockbridge died in our care after a long illness. Her daughter is being cared for by the Sisters at the Spokane home for orphans. She informed us that you are the child’s father, so we felt it necessary to contact you.

Mr. Geiger, you have a seven year old daughter and Miss Stockbridge had named her Nell. Please advise us as to your desires regarding this poor girl. If we do not hear back from you within a month’s time, we will consider your interest in the child as being nil and put her up for adoption.

The letter was signed by the Mother Superior at the orphanage. Nell was Geiger’s daughter and had not been adopted. This made his abuse of the poor girl even more deplorable, but there was nothing to be done now. The other letters were from Virginia Stockbridge. They outlined a chance meeting the two had at a restaurant in Spokane over 17 years earlier and the affair that grew out of it. The latter letters were about her pregnancy and hope that he would somehow contribute to his child’s upbringing. Apparently he had sent letter’s that were hurtful and denied being the child’s father. She must have been in her final month when she wrote the last letter. It read:


Though you think me a tramp and a whore, I assure you I am not. Until that night that you seduced me, I had been a virgin and a good woman. I’m afraid the wine we shared affected my judgment and what I perceived as affection by you was nothing more than lust.

You may deny this child is yours, but I know differently and have so notified those good women who have been caring for me. The child will be raised by me, though I will be considered a fallen woman. My family’s moral values have caused them to turn me out so I am now alone in this world. My child may be my only salvation.

I expect nothing of you given your previous responses, but wanted you to know of my decision to keep my baby.

The letter was signed Virginia Stockbridge and gave the home’s address.

It was apparent that John Geiger’s heart was as black as any man’s could be. He had not gone to Spokane to adopt a child, but to retrieve his own daughter for unspeakable purposes. Lil was in sensed by what she read. Her own abuse as a child had been by a stepfather and his son’s, but Geiger had been Nell’s legitimate father. Lil swore under her breath and became determined to see to it that Nell never suffered at the hands of another man. Tommy was unaware of this oath.

They cleaned out the dungeon safe and took the contents back to the brothel. Lil later had Tommy move that safe to her room. She was now a Madame in her own right; no longer did she give herself to men, no matter how much she was offered. She was a business woman and her business meant making money. She bought a Hurdy Gurdy for the saloon and built a stage. She wanted the Lost Paradise to be more than just a saloon; she had seen Burlesque in Seattle and again in Denver and knew it would draw even more money in. She also knew it would create greater problems with the more pious town’s people, but was willing to take that chance since the Sheriff was a silent partner of sorts.

Within six months of taking over the salon she began booking acts like Mabel Stanley a shapely Amazon performer who had been with Mme. Rentz’s Female Minstrels earlier in her career. Then there was Maude Fealy and Eleanor Robson,

two accomplished actresses, whose draw in Libby was not their talent, but their looks. Business was good, but when Jane Avril of the Moulin Rouge in Paris came with her Can-Can troupe there was standing room barely. While the female members of the Purity league (including Mrs. Geiger {the late Sheriff’s wife}) marched in front their husbands sat with their eyes glued to the flying petticoats that the dancers wore.

The girls at the brothel were busy from dusk to dawn and Lil made sure they were well cared for. Her girls dressed better (when dressed), smelled better and were able to please a man better than any whores in the Rocky Mountains (and probably Seattle too). Nell continued to work the front desk and Lil removed any client that tried to press her into some indecent act; but Lil didn’t know about Tommy. Aside from fucking Lic Mee, he had gotten into the habit of showing up after the “house” doors had closed to have Nell nurse on his cock. As she sucked he tried to imagine what her cunt felt like; was it as warm and wet, was it tight, were the lips on her mouth representative of her pussy’s lips? All of theses thoughts flooded his mind as his cock flooded her mouth with his cum. He wanted to know; he had to know. He had seen the trickle of her cum on her thigh after she sucked the last drop from his cock; he knew that she was excited and that excited him. He also knew that except for the Sheriff’s assault on her the day Lil and the girls showed up, that she was intact (so to speak). He wanted more than just a earth shattering blow job; he wanted her cunt.

It was a Sunday morning in July that he began to get bolder. The temperatures had been high (almost 100) and the sweltering heat made the whores lethargic. Tommy had seen Lic Mee the previous night and as she was trying to loosen his belt, told her that he only had time for a “quickie”. “What are you up to Injun, you never wanted it to be quick before?

“It’s the heat, I worked hard and exhausted myself. I think I’ll just go back to my office and go to bed, cause I don’t think I could keep up with you tonight.” He told the dumbfounded woman poised to pounce on his cock. She looked at him in shock and disbelief, they had been at each other every night for almost a year and now he’s too tired to “keep up” with her; something didn’t feel right, but she couldn’t force him to fuck so she backed away. He gave her a kiss and said, “Tomorrow, OK”

She was confused and just said “Sure get some rest”

He had returned to his office and did sleep for a couple of hours. When he awoke it was about 4:30 and the streets were empty. The lights at the brothel had been out for a while (Sunday’s were slow, because all the men had to rise early to attend church with their families.) Tommy went to the backdoor and opened it, then made his way through the kitchen to the little room in the back which was Nell’s. He quietly opened the door and went in as his eyes adjusted to the darkness. He had seen the room before and knew that there was a bed, and a dresser with a kerosene lamp on it, so he carefully found the dresser and lit the lamp creating a dim glow in the room which exposed the young woman lying on top of her bedding naked. Her eyes remained closed and her eyelids fluttered indicating a dream was in progress; he watched her and his desire grew.

Her skin was pale, and her hair had been braided. He had heard a story once called “Sleeping Beauty” and imagined Nell was that innocent princess waiting for her prince; she would have to settle for a Sheriff on this night. Tommy removed his boots and clothes. He approached the bed and sat on the edge, placing one hand over her mouth causing her to wake abruptly and try to rise. She was confused and tried to scream, but his hand muffled it as he put a finger to his lips. “Shhh, It’s me Sheriff Two-Tongues and I have come for my morning benefit.” The girl settled and he removed his hand from her mouth. She started to sit up so she could begin sucking on his cock, but the Sheriff put his hand to her shoulder and said “Wait. I want to explore your heavenly body” Nell laid back not knowing what to expect. She had been conditioned to cum when sucking and had been unable to respond when her stepfather had raped her. Tommy’s morning visits excited her and she enjoyed sucking on him until she could taste his cum, but she had not expected this.

Tommy ran his hand over her body; her flesh was tight and her breasts firm. Slowly his hand trailed down over her stomach and mons as his finger searched through her pubic hair for some sign of moisture. As this hand moved her stomach tightened and she felt excited in that area just above the mons; that feeling she felt each time she masturbated.
Tommy’s finger found is target as she became wetter. He knelt on the side of the bed like the prince in the story and kissed her as he drove his fingers deeper into her wet cunt. Nell had never been touched this way; it had always been hard and cruel by Gieger, but then again he had never entered her cunt, just rubbed her clit until she was forced to beg to climax. Now she felt Tommy’s finger deep in her and then two and at last three fingers as he curled them inside of her. She began to moan and he put his mouth on hers as he rubbed harder and faster. Her cunt gushed as she came and Tommy whispered “Good”, now it is time for me to have you.” She laid on her back in an almost dream state as he rose up and positioned himself between her legs. He was kneeling and pulled her legs apart and over his shoulders exposing her very wet and very open cunt. Her labia appeared to quiver like lips opening and closing mouthing “come here, take me” and that was what he did. His cock had been waiting for this moment from the time he opened the door, she could see it as it pushed past her lips and went deep inside causing an explosion deep within. Her eyes rolled back as she raised her back and shoulders off the bed. He pushed harder and deeper and put his hands on her shoulders to hold her down and then she started to moan and make other loud noises so he had to clamp her mouth with a hand. “Quiet! You will wake the house” he demanded, but she could not stifle her excitement.

He pulled his cock out of her abruptly and rolled her onto her stomach so that her face was in the pillow. Again he mounted her, shoving his cock into her cunt while spreading her legs with his own. She tried to move, but his weight was too much and when she tried to scream he wrapped her braid around his hand shoved her head into the pillow to muffle her cries. Sweat pooled in the small of her back as he continued to pound his cock into her virgin cunt. His own sweat dripped from his face as he became more animal like and continued his fucking frenzy. For an hour he forced her to have one climax after another until he could no longer contain his own and emptied his cum in her. He fell against her hot wet back and laid there limply feeling her panting beneath him. When he raised his head he realized the sun had risen and that the other occupants might be awakening too, if only to use the facility outback.

He rose up and removed his cock from her cunt, but as he started to step away she took it in her hand and pulled him back. She was barely able to support herself on one elbow, but managed long enough to suck their cum from the now limp cock. Tommy was beginning to worry about being caught and wanted to get dressed, so he pulled away as the girl collapsed back on the bed. “You were very good” he told her, “This too is our secret. I think I may want more of that and that you might want more too”

“Yes, oh yes sir. I have never felt anything like that, even when I use things to try to satisfy my wants. I will keep our secret if you will come back and have me again.” Tommy smiled as he got his boots on and opened the door. The coast appeared to be clear as he turned and said good-bye.

Once out the door he moved as fast as he could; not wanting to be caught. He heard one person cough as yet another snored and then he heard a door latch. He bolted through the back door and hid behind the out house. He watched the house as Rita opened the backdoor and looked around. His heart pounded in his chest as if he had just robbed a bank and was on the run. When the coast was clear he made his way back to his office and cleaned his body to remove Nell’s scent. “It was a tasty cunt” he thought as he licked his fingers. He laid back down on his bed and closed his eyes; he felt quite satiated and smug that he had pulled off this conquest right under the noses of his girlfriend and partners. He fell asleep to visions of Nell’s naked body and the sex they had.

It was almost eleven when he felt a hand running over his chest and down towards his waist. He was still dreaming and imagining it was Nell’s hand, but it wasn’t. He opened his eyes and saw Lic Mee sitting on the side of his bed. She had removed her clothing as he had earlier and was he could see the desire in her eyes as his cock began to swell in her hand. “It’s almost eleven Injun, you should be well rested and I want some of my Red Man’s red meat. You lay back and let me give you a little taste while I make you even harder.” With that she crawled up on top of him and straddled his chest so that her pussy rested just in front of his mouth. “Breakfast” she said and then turned and took his cock into her own mouth. He looked at the freshly shaven pussy and parted the lips with his fingers and then put his mouth to it. As he licked and she sucked, he closed his eyes and saw Nell assuming the same position. It was that thought and not the reality that excited him and made him seem ravenous.

When Lic Mee felt her pussy being sucked on and licked like it was a man’s last meal, she raised her head and said, “Injun, you better not bite!” She sat up forcing her cunt down into Tommy’s face and shook her ass as if to rub it in. She then turned and positioned herself astride his swollen member. “I’m going to ride you hard and put you away wet. Then you can buy me breakfast” she taunted. Tommy closed his eyes and drifted as he heard the whore moan. He was in a surreal state and enjoying it; life couldn’t get much better than this. As Lic Mee rode him harder he felt her cum yet again and claw at his chest. He felt his cock swell until he could no longer control it and just as Lic Mee came down on it, he push his creamy cum into her. She felt his release and fell forward on top of him, putting her lips to his mouth. “Ummmm, that was nice; you have a real gift with that thing. Too bad you can’t put it to work for us at the “house, but then you’d be a whore too”

Tommy said “Yeah, and I wouldn’t want to take money for something I am glad to give away. I think I am content being the Sheriff and a slut.”

Lic Mee laughed and told him to get dressed as she did the same. “We can go back to the “house” and eat. The girl woke up late too and hadn’t even gotten coffee on when I left; must be the heat. Anyway she should have it ready when we get there.”

“This was going to be an interesting morning” he thought, as they walked down the boardwalk toward the whorehouse. He was enjoying the day until a boy ran up to him from the telegraph office. The boy handed him a telegram and ran away. As they walked he tore it open; it was from the state capitol. It read:

Acting Sheriff Two-Tongues, (stop)

Regret to inform you of the passing of the Lincoln County Sheriff J.R. Reisman (stop)
Sheriff Reisman commended your service to Lincoln County before he died and suggested that you were a credit to your people (stop).

A new Sheriff and Under-Sheriff will be appointed by the Legislature until an election can be held in November. (Stop)

Please continue on until that time and assist your new Sheriff when he arrives. (Stop)

Joseph K. Toole
Governor (stop)

Tommy’s day just took a turn for the worse.

Posted at 01:07 pm by BondageMaster

July 24, 2006   11:03 PM PDT
That scene between Nell and Tommy was, to put it bluntly, a panty-wetter. I know the dungeons are going to be the best part of this story as it is your forte, mon cheri. :)
July 24, 2006   12:31 AM PDT
the power came back on fairly quickly (kind of disappointing, I rather enjoyed reading this in the dark silence & afterwards), so now I can comment here.

I cannot imagine that we're done with the dungeons, but it was good to get a peek in there. as always, an excellent continuation to the story & I'm looking forward to seeing what's up next for all these characters (especially Nell, considering who she really is).


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His lessons are not always ones I would seek on my own, but they are lessons he has decided I need, and so I learn from him. My soul is his, as bare to his touch as ever my skin could be when I kneel naked at his feet. Never a moment goes by when I do not feel his presence, be he miles away or standing over me.

I spend my days knowing that the energy and thought he puts into our relationship is as much for my benefit as for his, and look forward to each lovingly crafted scene that we do together.

His part is much harder than mine, and I know this and am grateful that he cares enough about me to spend his time and energy so freely on me. I have the easier job: to feel, to experience, to let myself go and abandon everything to him. I am his pleasure and his responsibility, and he takes both seriously. I am a submissive woman. I am proud to call myself that. My submission is a gift that I do not give lightly, and can only be given to one who can appreciate that gift and return it tenfold.

Only to he who has that strength will I give myself fully, because I am strong and proud.

I am a submissive woman.

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Long Stories


Shaking the Family Tree Chapter I
Shaking the Family Tree Chapter II
Shaking the Family Tree Chapter III
Shaking the Family Tree Chapter IV
Shaking the Family Tree Chapter V
Shaking the Family Tree -The Music Lover

Conjuring Adonis I
Conjuring Adonis II
Conjuring Adonis III
Conjuring Adonis IV

Dream Lover I
Dream Lover II
Dream Lover III

Vlad's Lesson Plan
Vlad's Next Semester
Vlad's Final Lesson
Vlad's Beginning
Vlad's Resurrection Part 1
Vlad's Resurrection Part II

The Libertine of Libby Part 1
The Libertine of Libby Part 2
The Libertine of Libby Part 3
The Libertine of Libby Part 4
The Tawdry Tale of Tommy Two Tongues Part 1
The Tawdry Tale of Tommy Two Tongues Part 2
The Tawdry Tale of Tommy Two Tongues Part 3
The Libertine of Libby Part 5
The Libertine of Libby Part 6
The Libertine of Libby Part 7
The Libertine of Libby Part 8
The Libertine of Libby Part 9
The Libertine of Libby Part 10 (Last Chapter)

j's Seduction
j's Objectification
Recreating j
Educating j

The Photo Shoot Part 1
The Photo Shoot Part 2

Electra's Story Part 1
Electra's Story Part 2

Sunday's Child Part 1

Short Stories
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The Book
De Sade, the Orgy and the Trial
I Cum In Peace
Biting My Way Into The New Year
Her Master's Test
Off White, Six Defective Doms and One Pathetic Troll
Going Postal
The New Year's Party

Nocturnal Events
Nocturnal Emissions
Love's Garden
Patty On A Leash/Re-written
To Confess or Not To confess
Binding of Kay
Raising Bella Donna
One Last Good-bye
Spare the Rod, Spoil the Sub
Stella In The Stacks
Red Rain
Breakfast With A Twist
Mon Couer's Papillon (My Heart's Butterfly)
When Daddy's Girl is Bad
The Sitter, The Voyeur and Graduation Day
Please Don't Hurt Me
Cumalot or Knights In Tarnished Armor
Her Halloween Date
His Voice
Life's Little Ironies
The Gift
My Slut ester
Playing With Toyosi
The Slave Auction
#9 - A Detective Story

Ramblings and Observations
(For those who want a piece of My mind)

Puppy Love
Cunniliguis As A Religious Rite
Players, Pretenders and Abusers
Edgeplay and the Knife
My Youth
BDSM Website Security
On Missing Play
Beads a Semi-Fictional Account
Playing With Toyosi or How To Torture A Scammer
Hospital Stories

Photo Interpretations
(As I See It)
La Image'
La Image' II
The Shower
My Toy
Daddy's Girl
Chocolate and Roses
Special Delivery
Waiting II
Edge Play
This Flesh
Not Watching
Tango 2
Inside of You
Mentally bound
His Flower
Her Grief

Poetry of a sort
(very little rhymes)

Faded Words on Yellowing Paper
I Was
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Ladies of the Night

Bedtime Stories
My Love Fable
Pond of Sorrow and Tears
The Journey

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Polyfetishist Directory
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Mostly Appropriate
Shadow Of A Soul
Liz Vicious Fan Site
La Libertine's Salon
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Siren's Song
The Ties That Bind
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