Dylan Goldberg wasn't what most people expected from her looks and origins. Long, naturally blonde hair, green eyes, buxom and curvaceous body, and born and raised in California. Despite all this seeming to make her the stereotypical valley girl, Dylan was actually self-conscious, insecure, socially awkward, and something of a shy nerd. She'd come to Italy's...
The area by the window had a padded surface; no doubt Blanche's departed husband and many other enslaved men had been made to kneel for hours at this window, whilst they contemplated their fate on just such an evening as this. The padding would not be for their comfort, it would be there to ensure that their knees functioned when the time came to entertain....
She awoke to the sickly smell of a woman's perfume; the silky stockings were still there, but Emma was now naked apart from a chiffon negligee, her hands bound behind her back. The voice of the woman broke the silence. "Hello again 'Emma'; that's a very pretty name you've chosen for yourself, we shall soon have you worthy of being Emma, and you'll soon know...
Gray was dressed and was allowed the luxury of a pad to kneel on, lest he should soil the white outfit chosen for him by his Mistress that morning. It was already to be an eventful day for him; he would witness the delivery of the hooded houseboy, formerly known as Minter, to the widow of a rough gentleman of that name who had officially taken his own life,...
The lady driver of the school bus had no qualms in allowing both Penny and Cindy onto her bus; the two mature woman had been most persuasive and generous, in asking her to simply allow them board, then have her close the door and drive off, only to let them alight again just 50 yards down the road. Penny and Cindy highlighted their ascendence to the bus amid...
I was taken into a room with a crucifix-like stand and lashed to it; both Miranda and Althea commented on how it would be a fitting end to the day, if I were lashed by the maid for good measure. I sagged at the crucifix as the latex maid cracked her bullwhip expertly; my cock did anything but sag as I watched her gracefully wicked movements in the mirrors, t...
Note: This story is the thirtieth episode in a series entitled "April's Story". If you have not read the previous twenty-nine episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter. This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly reco...
Title: How I became a Sissy Maid and Slut for a Dominant Master. Preface: I would like to begin by thanking all who will read my story here. This is a sissy story based on many thoughts I have imagined, many times throughout my life. These erotic thoughts have been enjoyed for a long while in my life. Like many sissy girls, stories like the one I will wri...
DISCLAIMER: All characters in this and any additional parts of this story are all over the age of 21. This tale involved crossdressing, BDSM and in this Chapter pet play. If these subjects do not interest you then I wish you well and hope you find a story on the site which you will enjoy. If you choose to read this tale then I thank you in advance for doin...
[Each route takes place a nebulous amount of time in the future so that the character in question is now 18 years old at minimum.] Musutafa, Japan, holds U.A. Academy, the best Pro Hero school in Japan. You, however, do not attend there. You are Ren Yamada, a simple civilian living in Musutafa. You're about to have a run-in with a Pro Hero or Provisional Her...