My mother died when I was six. She was thirty-two, and the light and center of our family. Her death was sudden, a car accident, and my father had a very difficult time dealing, let alone explaining her disappearance to his three children. I was the easiest to pacify, being the youngest. All I needed to know was that mommy was in heaven and that she would al...
And so the days and nights passed for Nadia. Nadia submitted willingly and obediently to the Mistresses of Imperium. Nadia, like all of the other slaves, was naked at all times. She at first anticipated that the act of being nude would be humiliating, but she soon found it empowering, especially whenever she was the object of a male servant's gaze. She was p...
Miranda led her new pet into the kitchen feeling very pleased with her progress after only a few hours of training. She had spent the past week searching the internet for ideas on how to humiliate the stuck up bitch when she accidentally came upon a pet-girl site. She loved the idea of blackmailing the wealthy woman into this humiliating role but hadn't be...
Authors Note: This is my eighteenth story and it’s the third part of The Tenants saga. It’s purely fiction and I hope you all enjoy it. I have much more than this planned for my characters and I hope you’ll all bear with me while I attempt to get all my ideas out. As always, comments are always more than welcome and please take a look at my other stories!...
I heard the clock chime from the hall, it was 11.15, as I stood by the kitchen table waiting for the kettle to boil. Click and I turn to see the steam wafting towards the ceiling. I lollop towards it, my head hurting with every step, my muscles aching. My own fault I know, but did it have to remind all the time! I poured the black strong liquid, stirred it...
Sunny lowered her bulk onto the mattress and took Monica with her. Her large breasts swam about as she settled herself, her stomach rolling in time with them. Monica leant forward and scraped one nail across each of Sunny's nipples. The black woman closed her eyes, bit her lip and moaned in pleasure as the sensation coursed through her, her nipples contracti...
It was my first time attending Maison De Poupée Mécanique. Though I could hardly remember or pronounce it when I first read that mouthful on the posters. A gentleman had been so gracious as to translate it to "Mechanical Dollhouse" for bumpkins such as myself. I was at the back of the audience, standing with a friend who'd invited me along to the cabaret....
Disclaimers: Mine, all mine. Female loving, hating, and all that's in between. I'm sorry for the prolonged delay for this chapter, but I hope it was at least worth the wait. If you liked it, let me know. If you didn't, let me know that too...but gently...I'm a fragile writer ;) *** The next morning, I woke up with a silly grin on my face. I stretched lig...
***You'll need to read my previous work, Christmas Party and Anticipation to get the back-story to this, but it should read as a stand-alone story as well! Feedback & comments appreciated! *** I stared at my phone, reading the text from Greg over and over. My stomach was churning and I thought I was going to be sick. He knew. He knew about Ceri and I. I did...
Shit!!! Twenty nine frigging years old, and I find out 24 hours ago I am going to be a free woman, a divorcee, a soon to be spinster. That rat bastard husband of eight years needed some younger pussy did he? Well fuck it! I hate men and the stubby little membranes between their legs they use to think with. I would just bury myself in my work, and forget abou...