The car sped through the quiet country roads. It was a black Audi, still shiningly new but the woman drove it as though she'd been part of it for her whole life, effortlessly taking it at speed through the twisty corners, gripping the corners like a professional racing driver. They'd driven like this ever since they'd left the railway station, the woman's ca...
It took several days for the piercings to stop hurting, and even after that they itched like crazy. Morning, noon and evening Jen would bathe the affected areas with antiseptic and she made sure her personal hygiene was meticulous but, even so, her vaginal lips were sore and inflamed and walking was a real trial. Each evening, she was brought before Wendy wh...
The morning had started off magnificently. The curtains rose and danced upon the gusts of wind that burst through the windows. Sunshine poured through the parted cloth and kissed her golden skin as she laid in bed smiling. The salty breeze caressed her body and begged her to shed the sheets that covered a nearly nude form. The soft aroma of ocean filled the...
Katrin hadn't lied when she said she was going to take Anne in every room of the house. As the sky darkened and evening fell, Anne found herself walking naked through the house, seeing it in a completely different way to how she had when she had been Michelle. She'd had sex and orgasmed more in that one day than she'd ever managed in a week before but she st...
The next day Miss White attached the camera they'd confiscated from Jodie to her computer and uploaded the photos. She intended to return the camera to Dean Wilkins with nothing on it; it seemed symbolically correct. But the pictures were too good to just throw away. For several hours in the late morning and early afternoon she locked her door and scrolled...
There was something vaguely familiar about the lady sitting with her back to the wall at the corner of the bar. I almost recognised her but I couldn't quite think from where. As our eyes briefly met she smiled gently. I smiled back. She was wearing a figure-hugging silver-blue full length dress with a deep plunging neckline and dark blue shoes. Her shoulder...
Calliope explained that there had been a fresh influx of slaves at the market, and that she liked to choose those for the Seraglio; she suggested that I might enjoy the trip, saying it would be a treat. Since arriving in Istanbul, I had not left the Topkapi Palace. As it was the size of the village I had spent my life in, plus some, that was not quite the h...
Submission. Just the word sends a spasm to Cynthia Moore's cunt. At only 19 years old, she was an unused submissive, just waiting to be taken down a journey of humiliation and degradation. But she didn't fully realize that when she first met David Abraxas, a handsome 34-year-old stockbroker. They met in Southwest Ohio, near Cincinnati but not in the city....
"Oh, no," Belinda groaned to herself, "not now, please not now, I don't have time for this right now!!" But no amount of pleading or denial would change the basic facts, she was a lesbian fem who although she lived alone and all of her lesbian friends were fems, once every two or three months the uncontrollable urge to be taken by a bull dyke and just plain...
This story is a slower burner than the first two chapters. It shifts the plot in response to some personal comments to the author, so less 'wam bam' more 'thank you ma'am'. lol. So, at the end of Part 2 of this story, Clarissa had released Jessica from the humiliating ritual she claimed the group had enforced upon her. IN this chapter, Clarissa recounts the...