Ron noticing a glimmer of blond hair next to his pool in the backyard through a small opening in his living room window shades. He darted outside to see what was happening and there on the ground was Mrs. Thompson laying down in a very strange position on her side, almost like if someone had thrown a stiff mannequin on the ground and it was propped up by its...
The time was almost right, how long had he waited for this chance, this perfect opportunity? Too long, by his own reckoning. He had wanted her, watched her, seen the scorn she had for those beneath her station, watched as she had shamelessly flirted and teased the men in her employ, only to cut them loose from their growing fantasies with razor sharp talons,...
Doll was home waiting for Brian. The shop was closed until they could determine what had been contaminated by the slime and he was back at the firehouse filing paperwork after the events. As Doll laid on the couch she couldn't help but feel responsible for what had happened. "This is all my fault!" She said to herself. "Yes it is!" Doll suddenly jumped up...
Rose was sitting at his feet while he watched a football game on television. She was his doll for the weekend and had determined to play out the fantasy role to perfection. It satisfied an inner feeling of being controlled and he played his part as her owner so well it gave her a warm inner feeling. It gave her such a constant buzz of arousal she became will...
"Dare ya, Kelly! Double dog dare ya!" Kelly sighed. Not only was her friend Mika a bit of a brat, she also picked up the oddest phrases. Who the heck even says "Double dog dare" anymore? But still, she looked back at Mika, and then at the house. Then back at Mika, one eyebrow quirked well above her rounded spectacles. "Lemme get this straight. You're darin...
Thank you for the comments on my previous story in this series. Thanks especially to the anonymous commenters whose ideas for more instalments I have incorporated into this sequel. I hope I've done justice to their suggestions. ***** "Ohhhh, wooooooooow," came the low groan over the intercom as I took off my bra and placed it on the pile of my clothes. "Y...
Disclaimer and Notes: The Rose Diaries is an incredibly dark story focusing on forced (heavy emphasis on "forced") feminization of a completely non-compliant individual. There are elements of non-consent, violence, and dark subject matters. In addition, this story depicts dysphoria, dissociation, and general depression. I hope you do enjoy this chapter if...
In a rare moment of clarity, Becka lay on the bed and thought back over all that had happened since she had met Pete. She was such a different person now, she had become embroiled in her lover's fetish fantasies, and they now seemed to have an inexorable hold on her, an intoxication or perhaps it was an addiction. The word suddenly seemed to have a resonance...
The large man grabs my legs and wraps them around him. I keep them there because I know I'm supposed to. Fuck dolls are supposed to stay as they're put, and as the permanent marker scrawled across my exposed stomach reads, I am a "fuck doll," at least for the night. The stranger unzips his pants and roughly shoves himself inside of me. I actually love the wa...
John got back to his apartment complex late. The bars and restaurants were long closed. He had been drinking heavily at the bar. There were always a lot of cops on the street on Friday nights, and he really did not want to be pulled over on a drunk driving charge. After the bars closed, he jumped into his back seat for a little nap to sleep off some of the a...