Diane, a young and well-dressed Boston hairdresser returns home after a day of shopping. A sleek, very attractive woman in her mid twenties, she is dressed in tight designer jeans and a loose Italian sweater. Slowly she begins to undress, taking off her sweater and then her jeans. Beneath, she is wearing a frilly little bra and bikini panties. Then she reach...
Tina and Alice had been lovers for almost six months now, after first meeting each other at a dyke bar off-campus one night. Two sleek and frisky Literature majors, they confessed to each other that even though both young and older men had been drooling over them for as long as they could remember, it was pussy, rather than cock, that got them steamy. Soon t...
Gia pulled up to the mansion and parked her older model car where she had been instructed. It would be garaged at the house while she was gone with Mrs. Rutherford and her friends. She would be gone for one week, serving as a housekeeper for the wealthy ladies that went north to Mrs. Rutherford's country get away. She got out, gathered up her purse, and we...
Gia woke up to Mrs. Rutherford pushing up her nightgown and rolling her onto her left side. Morning sunlight spilled into the room and the soft morning lake breeze caressed her naked bottom. She was no longer tied to the bed, but Gia knew to cooperate and behave. She sensed rather than saw that Reginald was in the room, near the door, waiting for Mrs. Ruther...
I knocked on the door, lightly, hoping against hope that it would not be answered. Cindy greeted me, smiling sweetly, with a typically unaffectionate kiss on the cheek, then took my coat and placed it in the closet. She turned back to me and smiled again, but this time it was one of her phony half-smiles that were always trite and contrived. She was wearing...
There she was again, strutting into the kitchen like she owned the place, dressed in her usual outfit, a pair of torn bikini panties and an old bra. Brenda kept her eyes focused on Karen, pissed off just at the sight of her, wishing she could wipe the smirk off the bitch's face right then and there. Brenda was wary when Tracy had asked her whether her siste...
A/N: This story has no descriptive parts, no narrator. It's a dialogue between a Mistress and her submissive. Please comment and let me know if the experiment worked out or if it totally sucked. And just for your information, It's not necessary to understand the piece but I thought that some of you would want to know that this story takes place in the same...
Chapter 7: Kelly Gets a Slave of Her Own Firstly I realize that this is part 7, not 6, it is coming, but its dammed long and complicated, and this part just seemed to come to me quicker, the story taking a life of its own. Secondly a big thanks to a special editor who's really helped in the writing of this story and hopefully more to come, thanks so much Ol...
I didn't notice the time, Omg! I was late running Mistress's bath. She was going to be home any minute, and she already told me to make sure the bath was drawn and I took my position beside the tub. Quickly I scampered up the stairs and started the bath, adding her favorite oil. I then laid out her night clothes on the bed, stripped naked and knelt beside...
I was alone in the bed when I woke up the next morning with a slight wine hangover. As the fog cleared I became aware of a sticky feeling between my legs and raised the sheet to look. The shock of seeing my shaved pubic area and realizing the sticky feeling was from my own juices that caked my inner thighs brought it all back. Another woman had fondled the m...