INTRO TO POTENTIAL READERS: PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE NOT INTO LESBIAN DOMINATION, SUBMISSION and BONDAGE. THANK YOU. THIS IS A SMALL PART OF THE CONTINUING STORY OF LISA, HELEN and SASSA, NOT TO BE READ AS A STAND ALONE SECTION. PLEASE READ EARLIER PIECES IF YOU HAVEN'T ALREADY! NOTE ALSO: TO BE REWRITTEN and ADDED TO: THIS IS ALL FIRST VERSION. P...
Harriet Burnside is a luscious black-haired beauty, 35 years old, and recently widowed. Her husband, Ben, had crashed his luxury SUV two years ago and died, along with the three high class hookers that were his passengers. Ben was a very successful heart surgeon, very handsome and not immune to the charms of the many women who find money and power irresistib...
"You want to do what?" Sharon looked at my girlfriend in utter amazement as Heather repeated herself, this time more slowly, as though she really hadn't heard the first time. "I want to tie you up," Heather said again, as she shook her head in wonder. See we had been playing around with bondage for year, but I was always the one who'd been bound. Never had...
The following is my best memory of how I came to meet Mistress and commit myself to her service. The events themselves I distinctly remember as they were important episodes in my life and, as such, stamped upon my memory. However I admit to taking some license with conversation and minor details, as I do not remember them exactly, although the general gist i...
Before you read the following story, there are some things that you should know about me. I am, by nature, quite a well-behaved girl. Although I'm open minded about sex, I wouldn't consider myself to be a risk taker. Normally I only have sex with people I know well and have some respect for. Only on a very few occasions have I done something as dangerous and...
Heather was an eager learner. Her appetite for sex was insatiable. Although I was supposed to be her “teacher,” I think I learned more from her than she did from me. I know I learned more about love from her than anyone I had ever known. Heather gave freely, asking nothing in return. She was never afraid to experiment, and there seemed to be nothing sexual t...
It was last period of history class at Franklin High School. Jennifer Robbins was the history teacher giving a lecture as she walked around the classroom. At 26 she was relatively new to the school having only been there for a year. She had long golden blond hair and beautiful green eyes. She wore a red blouse showing her C cup breasts and a black skirt goin...
Jess kisses Kimbra on the lips, lip balm to lipstick, backing her up against the bed. Her itchy fingers gently undo her zipper and inch off her pants. "What do you want tonight?" Jess whispers. Kimbra continues kissing her, obviously trying to make a decision. She is so indecisive. "You know what? I have an idea," Kimbra proposes. Jess raises her eyebr...
I hum "Who Are You Waiting For?" by Melissa Etheridge as I lace my black rubber corset tightly. This is the last touch in my Domme outfit for the evening. My latex hose and shoulder length gloves are smooth and shiny. My favorite ankle strap sandals look fabulous over my hosiery and I'm quite comfortable wearing four inch heels. My makeup is sultry. I take a...
In the foyer, Kelly hung my cape in the closet and opened the locks on my shoes so I could remove them and the nylons. Margaret had fashioned the corset so the garters were removable, and I followed Kelly's instructions to take them off. Wearing only the corset, chains and collar, I crawled, on hands and knees, to the master, oops, "Mistress," bathroom. Kell...