"Honey, somethings wrong with the dryer..." Dianne waved a pale blue-frost manicured hand between her hubby's gaze and the tv. "Honey, something's wrong with the Yankees...3 hits in the last 2 games." He didn't even look up. "Well its nearly ten o'clock and my underwear's soaking wet and I have a dark load still to wash!" Her voice had gone from singsong...
Please Note: This story is a continuation in the series of Disobedience, Development, Guests and Training a New Wife, but it is possible to read it by itself if you do not wish to read those first. Warning: Please note the tags carefully. If you do not like the practices contained in them it would be better not to read this. -o0o- It was nearly time fo...
I started calling tattoo and piercing parlors after we hung up the phone this morning, and I found one in Orlando who sounded promising. It was Dungeon's Tattoos, owned by Master Michael. I had to ask carefully about what I wanted to know because all the kids were around me, but we managed to communicate well enough for me to find out it would be $35 for the...
Zack stood before the familiar building with its promise emblazoned on the façade: Balance of Life Restoration Center. The therapists and patrons enjoyed a variety of physical and holistic regimens. This was one of his favorite annual Zodiac assignments. The assortment of past evaluation assessments had never failed to amaze him. The pert receptionist escor...
He was anxious to get home. Anxious to see if she had done as he requested. He unlocked the door and walked through to the living room, dropping his jacket and brief case on the kitchen table. His eyes widened and he smiled as he saw her. She was naked, on her hands and knees, waiting for him. Her brown hair was up in pigtails, her black leather collar fast...
The message I left went as follows: 'Mikaela, this is Tom. I don't know what you're telling your friends but I've had a lot of people- I'll call them short haired girls -grinning at me and making crude remarks on campus and in town, and I'd like you to knock it off. Thanks. Sorry if I bothered you. I hope everything is cool. Bye.' I was sitting in a coffee...
~ Past Mars ~ I pulled against the ropes around my wrists; the strands had begun cutting into me. I lay face down on a bed, my face buried into a pillow. I tried to move my legs. If I could pull them together, perhaps I could ward off the cock about to be forced into my rectum. My feet were ties firmly to the footboard posts. I was defenseless against the i...
This is a work of fiction. No similarity to any real event is intended. All characters are over the age of 18. ________________ It was on a school trip - I was 18, and in my last year of school - that I first met Peggy. She went to a nearby girls' school, where she spent her time surrounded purely by girls. I was taking part in the communal dance, in wh...
This happened when I came home for summer vacation, from my first year of college. On the third day home I went out to try to find a job. I mean, my option was moping around the house all day, and I was sick of hanging out by myself. The only alternative to beating off alone all night every night was to get out there and maybe run into some of the girls fro...
I was in the house by myself for a month while my wife and Karen went abroad to get her augmentation done where the price was a lot lower, they made a vacation of it. When I picked her up from the airport it was a cold November day, but even through her coat I could tell her figure had changed radically. She had done a makeover, her hair short and blond now...