"Kamn, you Freewombs expect the silver pedestal, don't you?" Alice held her tongue, knowing that the evening's liquor still buzzed in her head. The lack of inhibition that had landed her this after-party job was likely to only get her into trouble now. So instead she rested on her knees, grabbed the bars of her gilded cage and let it swing gently, batting h...
Why'd They fix my makeup and hair now and why like this? I'm having a good time dancing. I keep hoping another of the Dommes that occasionally walk by will like me and want me. I make sure to slide my hands down my body, fondle my tits, roll my hips around when a cute Mistress stops to watch me. The ones that look cruel and strict in their tight leathers ge...
I first saw her in the produce section at the market. Too old to be a girl, too young to be a woman, she stood a full six feet tall, with long black hair, vivid red lips like the raspberries in her basket, firm round breasts like the fresh peaches she was squeezing, a rear shaped perfect as a pear. She was wearing a black raincoat tied loosely over a blue tu...
She'd done it. She'd once again put together the fee for the personal fluffing service, dumped the guy she'd been using as her plaything, and booked herself in. In the last few months she'd taken out her piercings and the hole liners, letting the flesh grow back over the modifications to her flesh. Her body was back to its original shape, and maybe a bit mor...
Although we had been to several "play parties" since I had come to live with Anne, I had been fortunate to have never been "singled out" for any particular attention. I usually got to watch the other submissives get whipped or otherwise discomfited, but my main function was to serve as Anne's personal maid. When Anne prepared me for our attendance, I had ink...
This story is a another snapshot of the world created in Scene from a Dinner Party. ***** Click... Click... 'and...' click! 'Perfect!' my Mistress says with wicked glee, 'now up you get.' A sharp intake of breath and my eyes widen but I place my hands flat on the cold, tiled floor and... my Mistress giggles, 'Sophia, Sophia - stay down. There's no way an...
Thanks to everybody for reading these stories. They were originally written for my entertainment, and to help various girlfriends cope with the lonely nights when I wasn't there to entertain them. There are more to come! Also, thanks to my Literotica editor LissaSue, who is making my ramblings fit for human consumption. Pushing the Envelope. After thei...
We were told not to speak unless spoken to. Of course, we knew that already. No one came through the doors of that house on Highbury Street without knowing the basics and usually more. We came with no clothing, no jewelry, no accessories or make up allowed. It was October that year that I arrived and we were allowed, or rather issued, a pair of simple canvas...
Disclaimer: All living and artificial characters, places and companies are figment of the author's imagination. Unfortunately you cannot order a doll from 'Fooka Fikka Pichka' Inc. Note the tongue? It is firmly planted in cheek. ©2010 Wolffwerks "Please fuck the shoe slut Sir or Ma'am! I am Dr. Bane's Pichka and I would love to take you to the Night of t...
Alice let out a sharp hiss as she pulled her nipple and a sigh as she engaged the clamp. Sitting topless at her vanity she could not believe how aroused those fiendish devices made her. Even the knowledge that she was preparing herself for the benefit of another woman failed to keep her from becoming moist. Per Nicole's instructions her hair was done up in a...