This is the third chapter in a series chronicling the transformation of a conservative high school principal's submission to a dominate black lesbian student. It depicts scenes of non-consent and reluctance (no force or physical coercion). If you choose to continue please enjoy. * Friday morning Maggie took her swim as usual. She found herself looking towa...
Christina took a break from her housecleaning and relaxed on the sofa with a cup of hot coffee. She was about to turn on the television when the telephone rang. Christina picked it up and answered with a friendly, "Hello". The commanding voice on the other end of the line was Ms. Naomi Evans the school principal. Ms. Evans announced, "I realize that it's S...
Note to reader: This story contains content of mild non-consent/reluctance. It is the second part in a series depicting a straight women's journey toward black lesbian submission. If you choose to read on, enjoy. ***** Maggie pulled into the drive about 8:45 still stunned by the encounter with Taisha. It was like a dream. A really bad dream, but one she co...
Chapter 1 A girl stands in front of a metal gate. She is alone. Simply dressed in a faded denim jacket, black leggings and grubby trainers. On her shoulder hangs a white PVC bag. The word 'SLUT' in huge black letters has been scribbled on the bag. At 18 years old she should have grown out of her selfish disposition but she looks grumpy and resentful, still...
I am head administrator of a small private school at the outskirts of a very high-end section of the county. Residents of the area pooled our resources to establish this very successful day school primarily for our children. My husband and many of the other husbands and wives make salaries in the upper five and six figures. I work for a nominal fee because t...
The story continues from Katie's perspective: I was so wiped out from what had occurred Sunday that when Jackie and Tina left, I managed to push some of the hay she left for us into a small pile. I then crumpled on top of it, and felt into a deep sleep. For some reason I had dreams where I was a Pony, and Tina was brushing me down, taking extra special care...
Murphy's hands trembled as she saw the big brown envelope in the mail. It was everything she'd ever dreamed of, right there in her hands. They began to shake in anticipation, and she was so unaware of the goings-on that Ethan came up behind her and took the envelope. "Hey, what's this?" he asked in a teasing tone. Snapping back to reality, Murphy swiped it...
It was an average Monday morning for Ms. Williamson, droning over the PA system that day's lunch menu, reminding students and staff of upcoming school events and calling students down to the office to pick up late slips. She worked in the high school office as a form of glorified secretary, the work was monotonous and tedious, often times lacking the level o...
The sixteen quarters of Victoria's college years had passed quickly by. She soon held a Bachelor's Degree in Education and had no idea where she wanted to work. Ever supportive Lola, her wife of two years, decided that there was only one way to settle the debate. "A pin?" Victoria asked, her mousey-brown eyebrows knitting together in a sudden moment of conf...
Carolyn Lord was returning to high school for the first time since graduation, and she was rather nervous about the whole thing. She always had problems there of one kind or another. Her cool, imperious manner, immigrant background and sharp mind never really allowed her to fit in with the other students. It had been a lonely, unsatisfying time for her, and...