Chapter Eleven: People Moving into New Roles and More. Chantel has made her way back to her club dorm room, enjoying the corrective measures of being a Domme over Biff and Marty. She is certain they will be much more mature and even though they still hold powers over the sissy girls like all other male minder/staff, they will better respect what these sissy...
Geena was so mad she wanted to break everything in her house. Dave had used her, but she didn't see it until now. Actually, she didn't want to see it until now. Those smoky eyes, his easy-going laugh, how he charmed her into having sex with him. Not just one time, but many. And Geena, always aiming to please him, gave him blow job after blow job when he ra...
The next morning Lady Sally lay slumped in an armchair in her Chinese, silk dressing gown embroidered with dragons, somewhat worse for wear. Her uncle's vodka had left her with a throbbing head, yet her maid insisted on clumping around in a huff. She couldn't imagine why. "Did we really blow up the monument?" "You certainly did," confirmed Victoria in a...
I have been working as a maid for a few years and I like the work; the pay is not bad and no one seems to care how I dress. I almost always wear a tank top and black leggings, but this morning had been a little different. I had been half way through masturbating when I looked up at the clock. I knew if I did not start getting ready immediately I would be lat...
He had remained a bachelor, blaming the rigours of his working life which had often seen him travel to the corners of the British empire on business as the reason for not taking a wife, in response to those who cared to ask. The real reason for Henry Trent remaining single at nearly 50 - he being a more than reasonably well off Victorian gentleman, fit and a...
All events and characters are fictional. Copyright 2007 by James Adling. All rights reserved. Note: I am entirely fueled and directed by your comments. If there's something in particular you like about this story, tell me! * Almost the entire team was gathered in the lobby to wait for the bus, which seemed to be running late. Kelly had been there for a w...
She whimpers, frantically running her face under the shower, opening her mouth catching water, spitting it out. The foul taste has seeped into her being. She cannot clear it from her nostrils, her sinuses, her mouth, her tongue. She dips her head, her hair down under the showerhead. "Thank god for this short hair," she thinks. She shampoos it out quickly...
Acknowledgement My gratitude to Editors Bruce Paulk and Dawn Bella for providing their time, expertise and supportive advice. I'm walking into the London hotel. It's very plush! I'm a little nervous, but excited too! I've spent hours getting ready. I want to be as attractive as possible. I've dressed carefully for the occasion with a nice, expensive blac...
This is an evolving story of Sara's sensual investigations. Please review the first phases of the story . . . The delay of nearly a year cannot be excused but I hope the many readers will enjoy the re-start of Sara's adventure. ***** I awoke from the sun coming through a gap in the drapery. As I looked about I did not see Thomas and I sat up. As I looked...
This part of the story picks up where Chapter 1 left off. Please feel free to let me know what you think. * A few hours later, Bitsy heard the light step of one of Stuart's maids on the stone steps. She had spent the last few hours cursing herself a hundred times a fool. To her shame, away from the king's mesmerizing influence, she was able to focus on wha...