So if you read my last entry you knew about Dottie and that I worked with her in the hospital. I never worried about what I wrote because, quite frankly, I didn't care. Well Dottie found out that some other employees of our hospital also read stories. One in fact worked for her. Chris was a nurse in charge of compliance. She was about 35, 5 foot and 250 lbs....
FYI: This is a true story about me indulging my foot fetish in the way I wanted for the first time. I love feet, especially the teachers at my colleges my favourite teacher was Miss Clarke, biology teacher. Every day she wore black flats with no socks; they looked pretty rundown so I can imagine they smelled divine. She would always slip her feet out of her...
I stood naked in the iron cage in the living room. My wrists cuffed to the heavy black bars above my head. Two maids—real Thai maids, not Mistresses—went about their business. What did they think of this? I could not tell. They would occasionally give me a curious glance, but spoke only to themselves in whispers. My wait was longer than usual, but eventuall...
The Power of Feet Chapter 1 Author's Note: I am listing this under fetish, but it has elements of mind control, if that is not your thing feel free to skip. I always welcome constructive criticism. Also, if you have ideas on where you would like the story to go, feel free to contact me. All persons are over 18 and events are fictional. It was a beautiful s...
Author note: Cute winter tale about two lovely ladies on Christmas. I hope you all don't mind a Christmas story in the middle of July - I've been in the mood for carol singing lately (haha!). *** Part One: That's Not An Angel! The church was tiny and made up of old stone, inside it was quiet and held a brightly lit passage. What decorated the small span w...
We are climbing the stairwell to the Master's Suite. It is time for my favorite of rituals. My sister slaves don't appreciate Worship as I do. I am First Among Equals so there is a certain expectation that I would be exuberant about it. They are always jockeying for favor with Him. Even when they are being punished or disciplined, they curry Master's favor....
The next morning I woke up and found Goddess was out of bed. I was happy that she let me sleep after a night of fun. I pulled the sheets off me and noticed my cock cage was back on me. I was fine with it as I love being in chastity. I came out into the living room and noticed Goddess was sitting on the couch watching TV. I went over and said hello and gave h...
It was cold outside. The December night air seeped between the cracks in the log home. Sandra Jean Leone, a house slave, snuggled up under a thick quilt. She shivered until her body heat, radiating inside the quilt, warmed her little cocoon. She could hear the mumbled voices of the white Leone's thru the thick logs of the big house, laughing and celebrating....
Walking around the natural grotto by the Greek shoreline, I'm struck by a statue on one side, its stone worn by the passage of time, but the beauty and grace of its lines still evident. It's a nereid, I think, the sea nymph that once was the patron of this grotto. I wonder what sacred rites were once performed here... When I turn to go, I trip, falling into...
She kneels and waits at the door........... The time draws near and she feels her excitement and anticipation building. As her Master requested, she wears the lace red corset and thong set that he gave her - it's diamante encrusted and heavily boned. She checks if his tits sit well in the uplifting corset? She smiles, yes they do. She fidgets a little, her...