It had been an amazing night as Belinda had brought James out of subspace in her own unique and sex filled way. It was now Monday morning and James was still handcuffed to the wrought iron frame of their elegant queen sized bed. Belinda had already showered and was squeezing into her blue jeans, her pale purple satin underwear slowly disappearing inside its...
This is a continuation of the story and to understand the characters and the context I would recommend reading the earlier parts. Feedback is always welcome. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX As is the norm I woke very early the next morning. I quietly got out of bed and went to the bathroom. After I was finished I pulled on a pair of shorts and left Jo sl...
Chapter 5 Friends or Rivals? We found the shop, Lace n' Easy, and yes, it was certainly a lot posher. I was intrigued however that it still appealed to exhibitionists in that the customers were encouraged to come out of the little changing rooms to look at one of three or four large mirrors in the communal area. I was offered a chair in this large room and...
One of the unique things about the manor was that none of the rooms had doors. So anyone could see anything, at any given moment. This was never something Samira had ever envisioned being a part of. She was a good Muslim woman. She was only here because many years ago, she had inherited her father's Moroccan shipping company, and through smart and savvy bus...
Claudia woke up. She could feel that she was lying on something soft and warm. She opened her eyes, and sat up slowly. She was in what looked like a woman's bedroom, lying on a made-up bed. In front of her was a dresser, with a set of expensive-looking perfume bottles. To her right was a walk-in closet and a bathroom. To her left was a closed door. There w...
The next morning Veronica woke up late. Her muscles twinged at her lazy stretch, protesting from the extraordinary exertion of the night before. As lactic acid drained from her sore muscles, memories of the night before flooded into her mind. She blushed at the thought of what she had done to herself the night before. That was so unlike her; she had obviousl...
This story is dedicated to Ms. Karen-Anne Brown and all the amazing Nifty transgender writers who wrote mind control stories back in the 90's. I grew up reading Nifty stories and always loved the mind control category so I felt compelled to try my hand at it. I hope I did all the great writers who have come before me a little justice. Please also check out m...
(A fictional story inspired by a real life event) I was in heartbreak mode, but this heartbreak was bigger. I had just lost my mom last month and I had been grieving ever since. I know it wasn't my fault that my mom was sick with flu-like symptoms, I just didn't know how seriously sick she was when I found her on the bed of her bedroom in our house. I ca...
A continuation of The Arrival. * After the previous nights excitement Rachel was feeling a little tired. Her Master on the other hand seemed to have a grin on his face as he watched her get out of bed and walk over to pick up her dressing gown. He admired his handiwork from last night upon her buttocks, red, bruised and welted. He would be adding to them l...
A special thanks to Atechygirl for her time and effort, turning my babble into this story. She was out of her comfort zone the minute she agreed. As the doors to the hotel opened, her pulse pounding inside her ears, she could only muster a weak smile for the doorman as she passed. Her instructions were simple, walk to the registration desk and simply stat...