This is the continuation of Sasha Milovic. I know it's been quite a while since Chapter 3, but fear not! I have not forgotten about Accepted, life just happens to get in the way sometimes. I've worked on Chapter 4 for quite awhile, but the world outside of the internet just wouldn't let me finish it until now. I hope it was worth the wait, and thank you for...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know or own Ashley Benson, Ashley Tisdale or Vanessa Hudgens or any other celebrities. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** "Hey Ashley." Ashley Benson grinned after she opened her hotel room door to find another pretty blonde with the same name as herself standing there. "Hey Ashley...
Act Six: Second Helpings Chapter Four: Take From Me The drive to the Epsilon Zeta Sorority chapter house proved dull and anticlimactic. The steering wheel jerked and the yellow SUV juddered if Dee pushed it over fifty miles per hour. He considered abandoning the beaten automobile and running barefoot all the way to fraternity row. It shocked him to realize...
This story is a bit wordy and fairly long, so if you are looking for immediate gratification, you might want to look elsewhere. ------------- ----------------------- The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between actual persons, living or dead (or just confused) is entirely coincidental. Please do not copy/redistribute the story, in part...
The music continues but the other sensations have stopped. Maybe he was just taking his time in choosing his next implement? I'm not sure what to expect, I've never played with this Top before. My blindfolded eyes see nothing and the music drowns out all ambient noise, all signals I might be able to pick up from others in the room. I hang there, just waiting...
Kyle felt woozy. He'd dropped hi keys in the bowl and stripped out of his clothes headed groggily to the shower. He felt painfully hot, as if his skin were coated in some sort of flesh-eating chemical. He switched on the shower, turning the cold nozzle all the way to the left. He ran the bar of soap over his flat stomach and up over his chest, letting the s...
She was dripping wet, her clothes and business demeanor gratefully discarded after a long days work. Freshly washed and still wet from her bath, she walked across the floor to him, her nude body colored reddish in the firelight, her heavy breasts swaying slightly as she walked. Stopping three paces from him she waited for him to look up at her. When he did,...
Chapter 3 - Dressed for class There's a sudden noise from the changing rooms. I make out a banging of doors. Steve yanks his thumb out and kicks me onto the shower floor again. 'Come on you horrible lot,' Sir screams from outside the showers. 'What's the hold-up? I've another lesson in 5 minutes. I want you out in 60 seconds. 59, 58, 57...' Sir began count...
This is the second part of a story following Kent Wiltshire and his journey from an independent man to a submissive slave girl. Please let me know what you think, and if there is any themes you would like to see incorporated in the future. ***** Ten minutes later, I find myself with a shaven head as my mistress is placing a wig on my head. Tiny needles go...
Last time I was beaten by my rival, I became her slave for the weekend, after dropping me off at my place naked, she told me she'd come and pick me up again the next morning, making sure to inform me to wear something "outdoorsy". When she picked me up, I was wearing a white shirt and jeans shorts, as well as pink panties, I had actually run out of clean br...