For D.—the love of all my lives. * I waited for what seemed like an eternity before I was joined again by Connor, Dr. Feria and Paul. Connor stood beside me, checking to see that all was okay and Paul busied himself taking notes while Dr. Feria commented on my progress. "Has she eaten today?" posed Dr. Feria. "Yes, she had the standard breakfast," Paul re...
She lies over his lap, feeling his fingers in the waistband of her panties. All too aware that, once he has pulled them down, she is going to receive the first enema of her life. She knows she presents a tantalizing view, her crack visible to him through the transparent seat of her underpants, her behind framed by her raised skirt above, the garter straps t...
I heard footsteps in the room, her heels against the hardwood floor. They approached me and stopped right in front of the cage I had been locked up in. Still blindfolded and gagged with my hands secured behind my back, I could hear the key enter the lock and turn. "Don't worry my pet, we haven't forgotten about you." my mistress spoke to me kindly as she ope...
Kay fidgeted nervously on the hard plastic chair in the fast-food restaurant. The plastic was cool, but seemed to stick to her bare ass under the skirt. The rear garters holding her black nylons were uncomfortably pressing into her thighs. From jenny's description, Kay immediately spotted Master when He entered. She watched His confident stride as He brought...
Austin's cock continued to plunge inside of me. I felt every inch of him spreading my pussy lips apart as I rode him. His thrusts became harder and harder, and I could tell he was near to exploding. My ass was still very sore from the spanking, and I didn't think I could hold the enema much longer. I had to empty myself and I had to do it soon or else I wou...
I had often looked for panties just like the ones I had found as a teenager in mother's dresser drawer. But nothing just like them seemed to be made these days. I had even looked at vintage panty sites on eBay without any luck. So to see this pair, so similar, so alike, so silky, sooo...of course I wanted to put them on. I was in a bit of a quandary at the m...
Author's Note: the third story from "The Island" series where we find out a little about Jenny. *** III. Jenny's story Episode I. A slave must suffer Hi! My name is Jenny. I'm 20, and I should be the happiest slavegirl in the world! At first, I should introduce my Master. My Master's name is... just Master, he is imaginable. He lives only in the mind of...
Thirty-Two. There were thirty-two women in the room. Alana knew this because she'd counted. Once, twice, three times. Trying to soothe her anxiety while they waited. Thirty-two desperate women all between the ages of nineteen and twenty-one, eager for the chance to prove themselves worthy of The Scholarship. The Scholarship. Capital letters even in her tho...
I got the text message... "You are to be trained, take the necessary steps...arrive at 9p at the usual locale. When you arrive; undress and come to the training room. Kneel and await your instructions." It excited me to know that my Mistress deemed me worthy of training, as it has been sometime since I had any training at her hand. I raced through a host of...
"My little girl likes that, being on display," Denis asked as soon as they got back to the car. He tossed the package containing the enema gear into the back of the convertible as Alana looked down at the ground. Her heart was beating fast and the blush was just starting to fade from her chest. "Cross your wrists and then put your hands in back of your head...