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...
The following is my best memory of how I came to meet Mistress and commit myself to her service. The events themselves I distinctly remember as they were important episodes in my life and, as such, stamped upon my memory. However I admit to taking some license with conversation and minor details, as I do not remember them exactly, although the general gist i...
My name is Shamika Brown. I'm a six-foot-tall, square Black woman living in the city of Buffalo, New York. I run a shelter for immigrants and refugees known as the House of Life. I wear glasses, I'm somewhat curvy, with big tits and a big round ass. I also wear glasses. I'm in my forties and still not married because nobody can stand having me around. I'm yo...
Everybody in this story is over 18, and you should be, too! It follows on in the sequence of stories about Diana, and is pure (or not so pure) fantasy. * My life took a wholly unexpected turn in early spring that year, one that I could never have foreseen, or wished for. I was summoned in to see my Mistress one gloomy morning, rain beating against the win...
WEDNESDAY 3:00 PM: For over a year, Mistress' trusted K-street lobbist had worked to close a lucrative government contract for her, and the deal had finally been closed. Grant had been to her home many times during the negotiations, and never had she hid her lifestyle from him. He met all eight of her Petgirls at one time or another, usually as nude waitres...
Her white Manolo Blahnik stiletto heels clacked against the hardwood floor as Jill left the conference room, having concluded the final meeting on her Friday afternoon schedule. Though she kept her head straight ahead, Jill smirked to herself, as she could feel the stares from the other male VPs fixated on her pert ass jiggling with each step as she exited....
'Josie ... Come in, come in ... I'm so glad you could help me out like this.' Mistress Megan held open the door to her apartment, and as I walked in, I felt the normal jumble of emotions rise up and threaten to overwhelm me. I had received a text message from her at 4.30, while I was sitting rather bored in a meeting at the bank where I work. I was helping...
Slave Alicia had served Mistress Karen dinner on her knees. She wore her collar and skimpy panties only, as required. Careful preparation of food was indeed a treat, an honor and Alicia had worked feverishly during the afternoon selecting the menu perfectly. Tender white chicken breasts, sautéed fresh mushrooms, tossed green salad with oven baked biscuits an...
In the morning we went out into the yard and worked on our overall tans. Kelly had removed my collar so I wouldn't have an obvious white stripe around my neck. About halfway through our session, I made a pot of tea for the two of us and served it on the patio next to the pool. Around eleven she announced that we were going to Allyson's and said I should expe...
Rita was sobbing at the kitchen table; she worried how she could survive and take care of her 18 year old daughter Kimberly. The 37 year old mother was distraught; her whole world had turned upside down in an instant. No sooner had Kim went off to school when her husband called to tell her that he cleared out their bank account, was running off with another...