It's your birthday. As a special treat, I've allowed you to go out with your girlfriends and get drunk- but not too drunk, just frisky. After all, I've promised you a very special birthday surprise when you come home, which I've told you must be no later than midnight sharp. You're excited to find out what it could be. From what you know of your dirty daddy...
One Saturday Afternoon, my mate and me decided to meet up around my gaff, to watch the big game. We were poised and ready, with the beers flowing, it was hot outside but we were in my air-conditioned apartment. I was currently single and looking to hit the town after this, as He was awaiting the return of his Mrs. from shopping with her sister that after...
CHAPTER 3 The smell of Dannie's pheromones was making me giddy. It had been so long since I had last tastes sissy clitty; too long. My mind flashes back to boarding school, Gloucestershire. I was young, under age by English law. It was just after the summer play, and James had decided we should change costumes; boys wear the Shakespearean dresses of the gir...
Jessica decided the sexy lingerie was a bust. The red satin panties and corset lasted mere seconds -- she had quite literally had the clothes tore from her body. Maybe that act alone made it worth buying them. What was left of the rags Jessica saw lying on the floor while she was on all fours on the bed. Only the stocking with garters and the her shoes made...
Mistress Lucy looked like hell on heels to Martin Prince. The diminutive Chinese Dominatrix was wearing her highest pair of black, high-heeled boots and was striding towards him with evil intentions. Martin, an overweight solicitor in his mid fifties, was totally defenceless, his hands cuffed behind his back, a ball gag rammed in his mouth, on his knees invi...
Opportunity: A narrative from Ms. Gimply's collection My room mate, Eileen, was away for the weekend with her boyfriend. Of course, I was jealous. I always told her that I didn't know how she managed to attract and keep a man since she was a high level para and completely dependent on her wheelchair. She isn't that good looking, either, but I don't tell her...
'Oh shush, you're so vanilla.' her friend said. It didn't help that the statement was true, she was rather vanilla. Her portfolio of two boyfriends didn't entitle her to boast sexual worldliness, and her claim to it was lessened somewhat by the fact that they had both been more vanilla than she was. 'I am not! Thank you very much.' she said in what she ho...
Author's note: I wanted to make this a pragmatic superheroine story, without the straining lycra and the pumped-up tits and BANG POW, but with a superheroine who gets trapped and ends up a plaything, for a while. So it's not the normal superheroine story, but is what I was intending to write. It also took me about a year, because it kept getting left. A bit...
"Don't you dare be late for the party." That's what was ringing in my ears when I left my lovely Mistress Marilyn's house. It was the type of warning that I took with the seriousness it deserved. So here I was sitting on her floor at the exact time I had been told to arrive. That was the least I owed my Superior Angel Goddess. I didn't know what to expect fr...
Alain looked at the leather clad slave kneeling at his feet, and then at the long ash on the tip of his cigarette. He leaned forward, and the mouth visible behind the studded black leather training hood opened obediently, and the pink tongue, already stained grey, extended for Alain to flick off the ash once again. Then the tongue with the ash delicately poi...