The first little glimpses of daylight were peeking through the dark curtains of Anna's playroom when I woke the next morning. My head felt hazy as I came out of my deep slumber, no doubt in part to the alcohol that we all had consumed the night before. I glanced around to find the room to find it totally restored to its original position, the toys and restra...
Summary: A shape-shifting thief learns that stealing from a wizard might not be a good idea. Anyone who is under the age of 18, along with anyone offended by stories of a sexual nature or containing sexual situations or offended by the idea of mind control in any fashion, please do not read this story. Author's Note -- I just want to say, thank everyone fo...
These notes were intended to precede Part 01, but I made a mistake in formatting. This story began as a potential Halloween Contest entry, but grew too long in the telling, so I've split it into chapters. As those of you who have read the first installment know, there is no sex in Part 01. There is a little here in Part 02, and there will be considerably mor...
As I explained in my first episode, I am a kept Cross dressing Maid-servant for my Master who I also refer to Mr. G. (or G). My Master provides for me and makes my life comfortable. For this, I provide him with a willing and compliant servant. Master keeps me quite busy with daily chores and things and he uses me as he wishes. Sometimes he lets others use me...
The following is a work of fiction. All characters are figments of imagination. *** She always knew. Everyone knew. Ronald Pump was a scumbag, a horndog. A low-down, filthy, skirt-chasing weasel. She knew what she'd signed up for. She was to be the trophy wife. Smile. Look marvelous, be fabulous, maintain her perfect figure and impossibly high cheekbones...
Jane and I were next-door neighbours. She lived alone and I lived alone and the only time we interacted socially was to say hello. Apart from neighbourly acts, like taking the refuse bins off the pathway or making sure no mail stuck out of letterboxes, that was the sum total of our relationship. It was a perfect situation. Jane and her husband had moved int...
In my confusion and hazy excuse for a thought process, Kacie has returned and is standing inches from my face. I roll over enough to make solid eye contact with her, and she gives me this look like 'surprised to see me again?' What a view from down here! Looking up at Christie and Kacie is enough to make any man blush, skip a heartbeat, forget his name, any...
*A bit of a delay, but here's the fourth episode finally, with thanks to my supporters! I made initial sketches of the girls in the meantime for reference and their looks won't get a change for now, and I'll have to make one for Ulric as well to set his description in stone. Our three friends are on their way through orc country and it seems one question g...
"You're right on time," Mrs. Sheridan said as she opened the front door. She was wearing a white silk blouse and a short black leather skirt with sheer black stockings. I kept eye contact with her and tried not to look down at her feet even though it had been more than a week since I last saw them bare, and I missed them dearly. I was carrying her dry cleani...
This is a reprint of a story that I posted in 2015 on this site. I was rereading it lately and correcting some of the typos when it dawned on me that perhaps I should repost this story (in the original chapter format) for readers today. It's still relevant, well most of it is. I hope you enjoy it. Please leave a comment when you've finished, feedback is the...