The following story is based on the Bevington Academy captions written by ;) The Bevington Academy Files: Danielle Grant: Chapter 2 Day 3 We all woke at 7 AM again. I rubbed my eyes and scanned the room. Yesterday all the guys were wearing the uniform I was now putting on myself. But Andrew was now wearing what the boys like Jenny was wearing. He looked a...
Chapter One - splitting the pod. I had studied hard at Exeter University and felt proud that I had managed a good degree in accountancy. I was lucky enough to get a real well paid position with a new and upcoming company who were in competition with Ann Summers. The most difficult part was learning the name of the many new products. Many of which were com...
My boss, Mr. Adams, calls me a nanny. He's pretty old school about things so I just let it go. I prefer the term, au pair, because it sounds so much more exotic and important. Mrs. Adams is probably the one who has the best grip on reality. She just calls me her "help." I started working for the Adams' to help pay my way through business college. Then about...
"Excuse me, Mr. Calan, Ian Calan. I do believe you have an overdue book. Do you have it with you?" I ask, looking up over my wire-rimmed glasses, to the boy in the middle of a pack of sophomores. "Oiy, I have it, just not on me. Can I get an extension or something?" Ian replies, walking over to the desk and away from his whistling, obnoxious mates. I blush...
Hey hey hey, how goes it you bunch of fucking perverts, gaping assholes, taint sniffers, jerkoffs, jizz guzzlers, pussy munchers, piss drinkers, hopeless romantics, total losers, happy boozers and jacuzzi users... Here's the deal. The gist as it were. A little background to get everyone up to speed. Let's call me Carol. I like Carol. It reminds me of Christ...
Hello everyone, this is part II of my story. I revised Part I, so please read before you read this one. Feedback is greatly appreciated. No portion of this story may be reproduced for profit without the express, written permission of the author. . . . This story is a work of fiction. The characters, places, and incidents are either products of the author's...
Prologue This is part 2 of a series. Like the first part, I have put this in Loving Wives as this seems most appropriate. If the story pans out as I expect it too, the remaining sections will go into my usual BDSM category as my husband begins to exert more and more control of our lives. For now, it's a Loving Wives story....... ====== After the initial d...
Marci quizzes, 'Stilettos or pumps'. A black running shoe dangles from two fingers. She had always preferred stilettos because of the way they highlighted the shape of her legs. Even the shorter heel of a pump had been nice, and not hurt her feet as much. Since the amputation, just about anything without heels felt better and offered more stability on one le...
Copyright Oggbashan June 2016 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. This is an unreal fantasy involving alien femdom and unbirth. ***...
Chapter 1: The Tastes of Freedom It's strange, sometimes I wonder what life would be like if I hadn't become a knife guard. It's ok if you don't know what that is. I sometimes wonder myself. It's weird, but when someone asks you what you do for a living, and you tell them you're a body guard, they sort of glaze over, thinking that it's like Kevin Costner an...