This story is copyright 2009 by (lipsticked11). All rights reserved. No reposting without permission. * I am owned by a dominant couple and their niece and used as a live-in maid, cook, and sexual slave. My name was Michael, now I am Michelle. This is my story: When I was 35, my wife Connie and I lived next door to another married couple, Denise and Steve...
The beat up old car chugged up the driveway with labored putters. Mindy peered through the windshield in awe as she soaked in the view. She had driven passed high gates that opened up to grand lawn filled with perfectly trimmed hedges that guided the path. Every few feet was met with an elegant hedge statue of figures in classical poses as if they were part...
His landlord was not best pleased when Bruce announced his immediate departure, but was happy to hand him a bill requesting three months rent in lieu of his vacation without notice. He packed his laptop and the few items of decent clothing and sparse possessions into a sports bag and slung it into his car, then drove back to the house, his mind racing; he co...
Introduction This is not a spoof but a story inspired by “Downton Abbey”. The similarities are: • it is set in a Great House, although not as grand; • the owner is a member of the English nobility; • several children have not yet flown the nest; • the time is the early part of the 20th century; • it is about the staff as well as...
He sat as his desk is dark brown hair and hazel eyes. You'd think he was tall, but he wasn't. You'd think that he would be muscular or portly, but he wasn't. If you saw him on the street you would probably ignore him. However, he could mentally manipulate almost every female on the planet. This was an inherited trait from his father going back thousands of y...
He looked familiar. His long, trauma-whitened hair, melancholic look, and steely grey eyes reminded Otep of someone. His face turned into a look of disdain when he noticed the cute Anubis girl approaching her. "Who the hell are you?" He spoke in unconcealed hate. "Theo?" "Who the fuck is Theo?" The man had no humanity left, but a shell of hate visible to...
I love being a sissy. I have been in permanent chastity since 27 Sep 2016, and am loving it. I have sissy training rules that are focused on keeping me doing the household chores and training me to be rented out as a cheap sissy whore/maid, a list of sissy motivational sayings which I listen to on repeat whilst doing nightly chores, and service rules for th...
Chapter Four: My Arrival and a New Start to Full Time Sissy Life. I awake about 7:30am, groggy as I only had a floor to sleep on with a thin blanket, I rub my morning eyes as I sit up and see the black, satin, maids dress on a hanger, as if it was calling me to put it on. I soon realize my new predicament and smile. I had to take off the pair of pantyhose,...
* * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (19 min/mp3) * * * * * The doorbell rang. David Hunt muttered "what fresh hell is this?" in frustration and went to the door. He didn't like receiving surprises. He liked to surprise other people. David looked through the peephole. He blinked and looked again. Then he smiled evilly and walked aw...
Ulrike's playroom was a lot different from what I was expecting. The floor was made of concrete and the walls were cinderblocks and mortar. There were also a number of iron rings set into the floor walls and ceiling. In addition to that there were a number of vertical poles that I originally thought of as whipping posts; however Ulrike preferred to use them...