Novels by Scribe

The terms were straightforward. Sex for 3 days. They don't leave the room. John pays for all of the room service food Sarah wants. Anything at any time. They wouldn't do anything that would leave a mark on her body but everything else is on the table. No illegal drugs and no excessive amounts of alcohol were to be used. A couple of glasses of wine could be had with dinner at most. John would have a courier send over the clothing she would wear. She could pack some personal toiletries and cosmetic items and was to look her best at all times, freshening her hair and make up if necessary. John demanded the full "boyfriend experience", which Sarah had to look up online. It made her shudder. Most importantly, no condoms but an effective morning after pills would be provided.In return for this, the evidence would "magically disappear" and Jake would be able to come back to work due to a computer glitch, for which they'd apologize, giving him bonus money as compensation for his trouble and

Chapter One Please, Mr. Kinsey, can you help me? Can you help Jake?" Sarah, on the verge of tears, looked pleadingly at John Kinsey across the restaurant table. It was a nice fine dining establishment with subdued lighting and crisp white tablecloths and linens. Not the lunch spot of a typical office worker.John Kinsey sighed. He put on the air of someone horribly inconvenienced, but inwardly he was more excited than he had been in years. The woman sitting across from him was in her mid 20s, possessing long full naturally blonde hair in a high wavy ponytail. She had light green eyes, high cheekbones, a small nose, and full lips. Beautiful. The perfect golden ratio face.John recalled first meeting Sarah at the holiday party 2 months earlier. He couldn't believe a guy like Jake Robbins had snared a woman like this. Sure, he was handsome and fit, but he wasn't rich. This woman had trophy wife written all over her but there she was with a junior engineer her own age. She could be with

Angelique starts her routine, which I realize is very similar to Carla's. Angelique says "I know her routine, so I will try to mimic her. There will be some differences as I need to get a condom onto you, and she doesn't."I don't understand, maybe this isn't Carla, maybe I have made a mistake. But it is Carla's car in the employee parking lot. It sounds like Carla. Marty stands up and drops his pants. I mimic him. Why am I mimicking the guy who it looks like is going to fuck my wife without a condom. "Is that safe?""What""No condom.""He's a member, he has to have a blood test once a month or he loses his membership, or if it comes up showing an STD he loses his membership." She continues to follow Carla's routine pretty closely, and her shirt comes off and gets tossed against the wall near the door.I realize I have a huge erection. Angelique breaks the mimic long enough to reach down, undo my pants, pull it out and stroke it. She spots my wedding ring "Some girl is lucky.""Oh?"

I am driving home from work when I thought I saw Carla's car pull through the intersection and drive onto the lot of Satan's Men's Club. Unfortunately, I am in the wrong lane to follow. I drive up to the next intersection take a left, a block later another left, then at the next intersection a final left bringing me back to the intersection. I wait for the light and drive through and onto the lot.I check out the cars in the lot, but I don't spot her car. After driving back and forth for a few minutes I decide I must have made a mistake, after all Carla is a nurse, and she should be starting her shift any time now at the hospital across town. I relax and pull around back of the strip club to get to the exit back onto the main road.Then, I spot it. In the employee parking for the club. This does not make any sense. I get out of the car and walk over to verify it. This is definitely Carla's car; the license plate matches.Carla and I have been married for about 18 months. She works as

She woke up still gagged. The inside of her thighs was sticky with need. The metal plug had shifted in her sleep -- each movement a reminder that she was owned, filled, watched. Ashley pulled the ball gag from her mouth slowly, strings of drool clinging to the strap. Her jaw ached, her lips were swollen. And she loved it. She didn't move for several minutes. Not until her phone buzzed. 5:58 a.m. -- a message from Sir. "Day 3. Tasks begin. Plug stays in. No panties. Breakfast naked. Kneeling. Hands behind back." She swallowed hard. Stood. Her knees wobbled a little as she walked to the kitchen, completely nude except for the silver weight still resting inside her. Andrew was already there, reading the news. He didn't look up. "Kneel." She obeyed instantly. Hardwood floor. Back straight. Hands clasped behind her. "Good girl. We're increasing expectations." His tone was calm. Smooth. Even kind, if you didn't listen too closely. "Today you will complete the

Ashley was different the next morning.She moved through the kitchen slower. Lighter. But not free -- no, it was restraint. A practiced stillness. She didn't speak first. Didn't look up.Andrew was already seated, coffee in one hand, scrolling casually through his phone like nothing had changed.But everything had.Her nightly report sat in his inbox, read twice. He'd even highlighted a few lines."I cried after. Not because I was ashamed -- because it wasn't enough."That one in particular.He didn't speak until she reached the fridge."You forgot something."She paused. Turned halfway."Sir?"His smile was small. Calm. Controlled."Your uniform. You're wearing panties."Her heart stuttered.She dropped her gaze and opened her mouth to respond -- but there was no excuse. No defense.Only disobedience.And she knew what came next."Go fix it.""Yes, Sir."She turned and left immediately, hands trembling. She'd obeyed perfectly last night -- plug in, door open, hands to herself -- but