There was no point in time when I could say that I had suddenly become a Lesbian. Falling in love with Susana had just been the most natural thing for me, and the process of becoming her slave? Well, I couldn't begin to explain that. I think I mentioned earlier that my husband Jason and I had watched a video of 'The Story of O' -- what now seemed like centur...
"What do you think?" I asked Maria, pirouetting on my toes in front of the full-length mirror in her bedroom. "Its nice, but I still prefer the Versace," she answered, lounging on her bed. We had been trying on clothes all afternoon, raiding her mother's and elder sister's wardrobes. "Would Theresa let me borrow it, do you think?" "Maybe...depends on wh...
This submission was reviewed and edited with the kind help of WhiteWave48. My thanks and gratitude are extended to her. The tale is one of a series of stories where an anonymous woman has taken possession of a manor house and all its trappings. She is exploring both her new possessions and also her new found heightened sensuality. I hope you enjoy it and I...
The aged door of the mansion creaked on its rusty hinges as Vera pushed it open, thunder cracking and lighting up the clouded sky as rain poured overhead. It spattered audibly on the cracked flagstones that made up the pathway leading to the entrance of the long abandoned building, through disheveled plants and out of control weeds that choked the once elega...
As the resplendent Caribbean sun began its glorious decent over luscious St Lucia, Miss Victoria London-Smith, this most stunning of English roses, was being preened and prepared for the evening. She had decided to wear a magnificent, short, sleeveless Alexander McQueen dress. I had never set eyes on such expensive attire and it befitted her so perfectly....
Princess Charlotte searched for Thomas. He was her life long friend and it was unusual for her not to have seen him. He was the court composer at the castle so she had presumed he was busy practicing for the concert he was to play for her brother, the king. She pushed open the door of the great hall where his piano was but before she could get the chance to...
The morning mist covered the grass and flowers; it was a beautiful May morning in Georgia. Birds were chirping and a slight breeze rustled the leaves in the trees that lined the long driveway that led to a spacious mansion. It was difficult for Nora to believe that she was only sixty miles out side of Atlanta; it seemed to be a very different world. Nora par...
Nora Bishop, concierge of the five-star hotel, fidgeted nervously as she waited in the lobby. Mrs. Willcott would be arriving any moment, and if her last visit was any indication of what Nora could expect this time, it was going to be a very interesting four days. When her limo pulled up and Mrs. Willcott step out, Nora's heart began to race. Mrs. Willcott...
This story is an homage to Mistress_Christine and her wonderful stories from the lesbian country. ***** As I come to the bridge of the flagship 'Angela Merkel', Seawoman Carter announces "Admiral on the bridge." The captain, ship's engineer and sailing master turn from their discussion and greet me. If you met Captain Sue, as she prefers to be addressed,...
****** Please Read This First ******* I know, I know, I usually don't bother with the disclaimer bits either. Blah, blah, blah, over 18, blah, blah, blah, don't read if easily offended, blah, blah, blah. But, just this once, please bear with me and read this one. Firstly, this is chapter two of ten and the story will only make sense if you read it from the...