Jim had told me that he was going to take me to a party and that he expected me to wear my sluttiest clothes. I was excited because I thought he planed to take me to an orgy with his friends. I had chosen a fishnet dress and instead of a bra, I put a pair of crossed red tapes on my nipples. On my way driving to the address, the catcalls and whistles from oth...
For the second morning in a row Helen rolled over to find herself in Sam's bed, woken by the light filtering through the thin curtains. For a while she just lay there, watching her lover sleep, feeling a deep inner contentment that had been missing for so long from her life. She thought over the events of last night; she was still somewhat surprised by how s...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sexual situations. * (Content warning: Power differences, blackmail) "Honestly, Tamara... I'm appalled at your lack of progress this week." Tamara stood there, clutching one arm with her other hand and averting her eyes from Saskia's icy cold glare, her words incinerating and aggres...
The Devil's Sorority Author's Note: Start anywhere you want in this series. Technically, anything called The Devil's... builds on each other, but I am writing these to work alone and independently. I hope you enjoy, then I hope you tell me how much you enjoyed it in the comments or an email. "No that won't do at all," Sandra said. "You need to earn the...
The girls arrived at the library the next day and took the stairs up to the second floor, where Miss Worthington told them to change into their uniforms and see the girls in the dungeon. Katie slipped out of her top and skirt and put them in a locker she shared with Sarah. Sarah looked really hot in her apron, which was now appropriately sized so her bre...
Chapter 4 A wealthy woman submits to being a girl's pet The woman had submitted to blackmail so quickly Miranda, at first, had trouble finding ways to humiliate her. Miranda then set on a course of deliberately trying to make Geraldine feel worthless, and it had worked. The thirty-two year old woman had given her a hard time, when she came round to help ou...
This was my first summer in New York City. The twin towers still stood, tall and proud, a much-needed landmark for a disoriented girl from Ohio exiting the subway into the intense confusion of the streets of Manhattan. I was twenty-one years old, underemployed, broke, and basically friendless in a big and intimidating city. At the time I was sharing a crappy...
I've never understood the fascination men have with lesbianism. My feelings on lesbianism range from amusement to mild distaste. I know all the boys think its sexy as hell, but I don't see them playing with each other to turn us on. I'm not exaggerating about men's interest in everything girl/girl. My roommate is a total dyke, and I'm always catching guys...
I remember when I first saw her. We were both attending some function or other – a party? – and our eyes met across the lobby. She raised an eyebrow and smirked at me. Yes she really smirked. I don't think I had ever been smirked at before; it made me very uneasy, and I couldn't tell why, which made me uneasier still. This I certainly could tell: she fascina...
* Author's note: Thank you so much to everyone who read and enjoyed "Girl Friday!" I had not expected that it would be so well received and it's very flattering to me. Many of you commented that you liked the story of Mistress and Charlotte and wanted more. Honestly, I'm afraid that writing a sequel would turn it into a soap opera, where the interesting bi...