[This story will make more sense if you take the time to read the earlier instalments. There's a good deal of focus on all bodily functions so if inclusion of those offends you, please read no further. There's also some severe discipline. All characters are over 18.] ***** Eleanor was slightly surprised when Janet called her in and informed her that she wa...
Hello, there. My name is Gina Jean. I am a plump, forty-something black woman of Haitian origin living in the grime-infested city of Brockton, in the state of Massachusetts. I live with my husband and brats on the west side. Like many black chicks in the old hood, I'm not much in the face or personality departments but I've got a thick body, big tits and a b...
Diana walked down the hallway and up three stairs, then through the large living room and across into the kitchen. She scanned the scene in front of her with her high resolution optical scanners and calculated the many steps necessary to begin making Mike the coffee he had requested. Not long after, as she stood and idled in front of the single mug brewer,...
Thanks to Softouch911, again, for being a fantastic editor and friend! * My grandmother had a bookmark when I was growing up that said: "Celebrate freedom. Read a banned book." The irony never escaped me; while we have free press, we also have people who exercise their freedoms by protesting, and banning, the words of others. My grandmother celebrated he...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction concocted entirely within my imagination. Any resemblance to real people shouldn't be surprising since most of my stories are based on people I know. While I hope you enjoy this story and are compelled to provide feedback, I don't expect the subject matter will appeal to everyone who reads it. As such, I discourage venom...
(This is a new story but one which visits Anne's past, just as 'Dirty Country Girl' did. I hope you enjoy it but please be aware that, in common with my other stories, it includes references to bodily functions. If you're offended by that sort of thing, please give it a miss.) With hurried but nervous purpose, Anne made her way towards King's. She conside...
Life can be utterly confusing, especially if you are an 18 year old hottie, in love with a man of the clothe. Read on!!! Rachel volunteered for a priest - a man of God. His name was Father David and he was a magnificent man, whose gigantic compassion for others was only equaled by the size of his cock. He was her mentor, and she was his Mary Magdeleine. Ma...
Chapter 5: First Day Training Sarah and Emily had slept for a full day in their bindings, and were awoken at night by Ms. Westgate and her trainers. The girls had spent the previous 4 days in sleep deprivation chairs, and had been forced to the point of exhaustion. Their minds had been invaded by a new mind control program, and both girls had become reprogr...
A lunchtime call; I was to leave work immediately. Once home I would find everything laid out on the bed: nightie, bralette, cotton panties, hold-ups, lipstick, silver choker and...a blindfold? When I was ready I rang her as ordered, covered my eyes and began to toy with my nipples in anticipation of what was to come. My little clitty jumped inside my panti...
[This chapter follows on closely from the previous chapters of "The Widow's Club". for a more satisfying read, it would be best to read chapters 1-5 before proceeding. [This story has many aspects and could have also been listed under the Mature and BDSM categories, among others. It has some references to bodily functions, so if that bothers you, I suggest...