Looking back on it now, I could never have predicted what happened on that mild spring morning in early March when I decided to take Maisie out for a walk. I did wake up though that morning with a sense of unexpected vigor and a spring in my step, singing along loudly and very off-key to Girls Just Want to Have Fun as it blasted through my showerhead-speaker...
The "garden" was a beautiful rose garden. Picture a row of roses about six feet wide surrounding a large square, grass-covered center that could seat about 50 guests. There was one entrance to the square center of the garden from the outside. A trellis stood at outer edge of the roses. A red carpet covered the walk from the trellis, through the roses and to...
I quietly turned the door knob and opened the door to my cozy two bedroom home. I tried to be as silent as possible so no one would know I was home yet. I made it into the living room without any noticing me. I plopped down on the love seat and kicked off my shoes, unbuttoned my blouse, unhooked my bra and threw all three against the far wall. I could tell t...
Author's note: As you can probably figure out yourselves, English is not my mother tongue, so please don't be too harsh with criticism on that front. Constructive criticism on the storyline is always welcome. ***** On the outside, the hotel looked traditional, as if it was a small, family-owned business in the outskirts of the town. It even had a front de...
When I woke the next morning I was alone in the bed. I lay quietly as the memories of last night came flooding back. In the distance I could hear noises from the kitchen. Magda must already be up and preparing breakfast. I looked over the side of the bed. My new acquisition was still there curled up on the floor in a foetal position, her blanket still discar...
Summary: Teacher is given to three 18-year-old ex-students for the weekend. NOTE 1: Obviously, if you haven't read parts 1 and 2, I highly recommend you do before reading this part 3. NOTE 2: This story is dedicated to the beautiful Julie... and to the just as beautiful Sydney. NOTE 3: Thanks to Estragon for his dedication to making my work better. An up...
Introduction: although my Master is a woman, She has requested me to call Her Master and not Mistress. * The minutes slip by as I wait for You. I think it was thirty minutes ago, maybe more, that You told me this is how You wanted me when You got here. I am not to use my vibrator, or any other method to cum. But I'm so anxious for You to get here, my thigh...
To eliminate any possible confusion I suggest you read Parts 1 and 2 first as this is a continuation of that story. This chapter contains scenes of which some readers may disapprove in that the D/s element is a little more extreme. If this is not to your taste then I suggest you read no further. ***** "She seems happy to let us do what we want to her," I c...
'You're infuriating,' Eloise mumbles softly under her breath as she grasps her girlfriend's wrist to pull her along. 'I can't believe you, you're always making me late. Why did I even move in with you again?' They had left the apartment minutes before, literally minutes. So, by the time the two had scaled downstairs, left the building and walked to the corn...
Mistress told me to meet her at a bar we have never been to and wait for her in the bathroom. As I sit waiting for her to come, I wonder what her plans for tonight are. She had me dress in a sheer white button down silk dress, no bra or panties only thigh high silk stockings with a garter and black high heels, with my hair tied back in a tight ponytail and f...