Name: Rebeca 2671 Status: born slave Designation: domestic Height: 158cm Hair: brown Eyes: grey Age of submission: yes Markings *recommended* Tattoos: no Brands: no Skills- Reading: yes Writing: yes Math: basic Other skills (use separate page if needed): no Owner: Oak Park Corporation That's me. I think I'm about fifty years old. I'm one of La...
This story seems to have taken on a life of its own. Each time I write the final chapter a new one appears as if from nowhere. Who knows where it will end. Thanks to all my readers, I hope you enjoy this latest. ***** The next morning I rose and had a leisurely bath before dressing carefully in an expensive business suit with a plain white silk blouse. It...
Paul only gave her a couple hours notice by phone. Linda considered herself lucky, as he usually gave a lot less. She smiled as she quickly showered, taking special care to make certain she was entirely smooth all over her body, and readied herself. She was hoping that he would call on her again. It was his style. Sometimes he would call every weekend, somet...
It had been a very messy divorce and it came to me with quite a shock. I walked into the kitchen after a shopping trip one day and saw two sheet of computer printing paper on the counter. One was headed ‘Yours’ and the other ‘Mine’ in dark black letters. On the two sheets was a division straight down the middle of all our possession from a 15-year marriage....
I love date night. Not only does it mean I get to spend quality time with my girl, but I am also pretty much guaranteed to get laid at the end of the night. Tonight was Saturday night and I was getting ready for our night out. Khaki pants, a light blue collared shirt, and a blazer completed my outfit. Right as I was getting ready to tie my shoes I heard my g...
Jodie's face pinched in exasperation. She leaned back and looked along the row of desks in search of a colleague who wasn't busy on the phone. Alex, sitting at the desk immediately to her right, took his headset off and asked her what the trouble was. "It's my computer –The whole screen's frozen! That's the fourth time!" "Call the helpdesk. Do you have th...
This is a follow-up story to "Filipina Persuasion". For more updates on this series and other stories, please check my literotica profile. *** I woke up in the morning in Maricar's arms, my head resting on her chest. I could feel it heaving with every breath she took. I was still a bit groggy from the previous night of passion and still coming to term with...
Chapter One (November 1997) Angie invariably turned up for dates and appointments at the agreed time, on the dot. Punctuality was ingrained in her, despite the best efforts of her careers teacher. Miss Thompson had told her to "never be later than ten minutes early", but she had been on about job interviews, hadn't she? This was not a job interview, it was...
My name is Dr. Kshama (pronounced "Shama" -- the "K" silent. It means "Beautiful Queen" in Hindi) V. V. (the middle names comprise no less than 44 letters!) Patel (as common in India as "Smith", "Jones" or "Johnson" are in your Western societies.) I am half Turkish and half Indian, born in Istanbul on the 24th day of March in the year 2042, my family having...
Your skin trembles as I take hold of your left wrist and lift it into the leather cuff attached to the wall by thick chain, and I can feel its feverish heat through the thin barrier of my elbow length pvc gloves. Now your right wrist, and I hear a soft sigh escape your lips, as if in resigned acceptance of your fate. For the final step in preparation, I lift...