It was a very rainy day in the Yorkshire village of Emmerdale. Belle Dingle on a day off from her job at the vets. Decided to have a day shopping in nearby Hotton. Arriving in town at approximately 11 am, she was soon bored by the lack of suitable shopping outlets for a young lady of 19 years. She was about to board the bus back to Emmerdale when she hear...
This is the 9th part of a 12 part tale of a Lady and her stable of slaves 9. Bi Ways After getting back to his room Jared was too keyed up to immediately fall asleep. Despite Thomas' unexpected and inexplicably kind words he knew he had been dismally derelict in his actions the previous evening and that the others, as Michael had already declared, would be...
Nick and Belle would usually discuss in advance what they would do together at their next meeting. These get together were always at a Boston area hotel where Nick would rent a room for their encounters. Nick almost always took the initiative in making suggestions about how their meetings would go. (He was, after all, the Dom and she was his submissive.) Ve...
The tropical paradise was all the more luxurious at the Tahitian resort. The miles of white sand beach against blue skies and water were a visual delight. The warm trade winds and the fragrance of plumeria made certain the rest of the senses were equally satisfied. As she strolled back to the resort along the beach, her trail by the waterline was the only e...
The next few months were fairly flat out but the one thing that would never change is the sparkle Jason seen in Belle's eyes when their eyes met as she walked through the front door. Eventually Belle decided to move into Jason's house with it being a bigger house and having two spare rooms, it just make the more logical choice so Belle packed up all her stuf...
Belle Dingle was completely spent. The last hour of lovemaking had been the most incredible of her young life. She had lost count of the orgasms she had experienced and her whole body was in a state of complete and utter satisfaction. As her head sank back into the pillow, her hand caressed her naked breast, the nipple still a little sore from the nibbles t...
Belle Dingle was a troubled young lady. The deep psychological scars left by her relationship with the murderer Laughlin White had only just begun to ebb away. "It's time to put the past behind you and look forward to a happier future," she said to herself as she dressed. She was a pretty girl, with a figure that most girls of her age, eighteen, would di...
The rain streaking down the windows blurred Belle's vision of the world beyond. Once again she brought herself to thinking about her sisters, Pearl, Rose, and Melody. Where were they now? What were they doing? Did they still grieve for her, believing Belle dead, eaten by the beast? Belle pressed her forehead against the cold glass and closed her eyes. The b...
"Darla!" gasped May Belle, staring at the swollen-bellied young whore. The barrel of the shotgun dipped. "What -- what happened to you, child?" Molly, Helen, and Ellen, standing in the doorway, were too stunned to say anything. Other girls began to crowd in behind them for a peek, and the hallway quickly filled with a hubbub of gasps. "May Belle, he... I du...
The light coming through the windows was cold and gray, and fog seemed to be trying to enter the castle with cold fingers. It was the kind of morning Belle simply wanted to stay in bed, warm and cocooned in her comforters with her beast. Unfortunately, the beast had already risen from slumber early that morning, leaving her alone in their island of a bed. Th...