"Hello Aunt Karla..." "Hello, Joanna, whom do you want rubbed out?" "Wha...what are you talking about?" "Jo, ever since you were twelve years old, the only times you ever called me Aunt Karla, instead of just Karla, were when you wanted something. Now I know you can't possibly need money; you can't possibly need an abortion; you don't need my permission t...
My lover Hannah and I were sitting around the house one morning. We were reading a magazine that showed the locations of some local clubs that catered to our kind. You see Hannah and I are both women, and she is my slave. She loves to be completely used by me. The more humiliating I am to her, the deeper she loves me. Hannah and I have a wonderful life toget...
Taylor stepped out of the shower and padded herself dry with a towel. She brushed her long brown hair and pulled it back, slipping a hair band around the pony tail as she eased into the dark dorm room trying to avoid waking Katherine as she dressed for her classes. She reached into her dresser and pulled out a pair of white satin bikini panties which she ste...
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...
The small hotel was beautiful, several miles off the main highway, on a private drive. If it weren't for detailed map I was given I would have driven right past it. As we drove up the winding driveway, I reached over and squeezed Camille's exposed thigh. "Total Trust baby, and total privacy. I pulled a couple favors to get us a room here for the night, and...
(C) 2006 Rachel Gumm. You may freely distribute this story digitally, but only in full, crediting me as the author. I welcome feedback, and try my best to reply to it all. You can e-mail me at the address in my profile. * Leaning out of the bedroom window, Maria savoured the feel of the ocean's cool breeze against her skin, offsetting the sun's relentless...
Chapter 02 -- 2nd Rung This is the second instalment of Sara's story, and will make more sense if you've read the first already. Everyone in this story is over 18. * When I awoke in my new bed in Helen's house, it was a Monday morning -- a working day. Not wearing panties under my uniform skirt was no novelty, as I'd given up wearing them during my brief...
1 I was at the hair salon, getting shampooed, not thinking about my new tattoos, when salon girl lifts my hair. "What the hell? Slave 37..? Really?" She held my head, trapped in the shampoo sink, and slid her hand down into my blouse, under my bra, cupping my breast and my suddenly hard nipple. My eyes were wide, I was rigid, but not screaming and not st...
It was dark, I could hear a pin drop. I listened, my senses heightened. I was blindfolded and wore only the simple leather collar, nipple clamps that were adorned with a rhinestone and silver chain to connect them, my hair down as per her request. I seemed to be able to feel every thread in the carpet beneath my knees. My hands folded neatly in front of me....
There was no point in time when I could say that I had suddenly become a Lesbian. Falling in love with Susana had just been the most natural thing for me, and the process of becoming her slave? Well, I couldn't begin to explain that. I think I mentioned earlier that my husband Jason and I had watched a video of 'The Story of O' -- what now seemed like centur...