I completely lost all my sense of time, I was not able to tell how long I was in the closet. Sometimes it appeared to me that just a few hours ago my Mistress left me here. Sometimes I was thinking that I'm here for 2 days already. I lost count of my orgasms after 5. I was falling asleep few times, but every time was woken up by one of the vibrators. Another...
I stood nervously on Erica's doorstep with my bag to stay the week. I was on time; 9.00am, Monday morning. The sound of high heels became louder and clearer as she approached. Finally the door opened to reveal Erica looking as businesslike as ever looking down at me critically. 'Come in,' she said showing absolutely no emotion. She took my bag from me as s...
As women, we have all thought about it now and then. Whether it is in disgust, mild curiosity, or if it is an utter turn-on is irrelevant. When you are on the examination table, your feet are in the stirrups, and the doctor is prodding and poking you with those cold metal instruments, you are at your most vulnerable. Maybe it is a fleeting thought or somethi...
One day she throws on a tight satin Dolce & Gabbana - high heels and a pashmina wrap, and grabs her Baschmakoff purse, and walks out. Her Rolls Royce shushes its way to locate her afterawhile, and leans in acquiescently as it approaches the spot where she is standing on the pavement. Angrily, she pulls off the million-dollar ring and casts it down to the...
This is my first attempt at Lesbian Fiction. Your constructive comments welcome. * Bound To Love - "The Bench Wenches" or "How the Rabbit Won the Cat Fight" It all started after the last customer left the gym. Judy switched the "Open" sign around so that it now displayed "Closed" and locked the door. Then while she started turning out the lights, as if...
Before Veronica had become her mistress, Amy had been an unstoppable menace of a prep and an insufferable bitch. Never once in her life had she ever been effectively disciplined, she had almost invariably gotten what she wanted. Those days were over. Now Amy had fallen very far from that pedestal indeed. She had become a slave to Veronica's farts, all becau...
Her feet were frozen. Still, Talia kept on kicking up the snow. Some of it landed on her shin, seeping through her jeans and leaving her leg damp and cold. Talia tilted her head back, squinting up at the pale, clouded sun. Its warmth was a faint, unreliable thing. Sun or no sun, the snow kept on falling. Talia shoved her gloved-hands in the pockets of her...
Hi Lisa here. Welcome Back. This is Part 10 of my real life story. The only thing I have changed are the names. I also do not mention the names of the locations. I sure some of you will be able to figure them out. All I ask is you don't tell. Thank you for reading my story. I hope you will enjoy it as much as I have. All participants are over 18 and are cons...
THOMAS DEAN IMPRINT Part 4 Hot and Cold I jumped when heard the screeching sound of the nurse slipping on rubber gloves. I took a deep breath the ordeal was about to begin: the assumption of power over the person and the loss of personal autonomy. For the second time this week I found myself dethroned in this predicament in this clammy sub -- basement at th...
As soon as I entered our apartment I knew something was up. My roommate, Samantha, and I had been up drinking wine and talking incessantly until after midnight. I was expecting to come home to a mess. Instead I came home to a spotless house with all the blinds pulled and wonderful smells filling the air. I dropped my bag by the door and walked through the li...