When Fiona found him in the morning, she scrunched up her nose at his stink of urine while she helped him to get up off the floor. "My, my, you've had quite a night dear, haven't you?" she said, sounding like a caregiver in a nursing home. Indeed, had did have quite a night, he thought, sleeping fitfully on the hard floor, soaked by his own urine. He sputte...
The Play Is The Thing 1 Cordville Occupational College is known for business, computer, and secretarial classes, a decent sports program, and even a fair automotive department, but not drama. I was one of about twenty students, ironically there were twelve boys and only eight girls in the program. I soon became the second in command, behind Roxy Hart, the 5...
After their three day trip to the posh resort up the Florida coast, Michael noticed that his beautiful blonde mother acted a lot different. It seemed that Abby was a lot less lovey dovey and had changed into something else. The teenager couldn't quite figure it out but she was definitely a lot more slutty. She loved it when her son pulled her hair hard, call...
Author's Notes: (1) This is fiction, just a story; (2) One should never start a book at chapter 9. This story as a whole is way longer than I anticipated when I started, too long for those who hate it, not long enough for those who like it...apologies to the latter group; (3) Jason is not being exploited by anyone except himself, and shouldn't we all expl...
Author's Notes: (1) I have been chastised by Personal Message for degrading my cross dressing characters. I do not. They need humiliation and domination for reasons that I understand and have explained in many other stories. Believe me, all characters in my stories live happily ever after. (2) Much of this story is fictional; some is not; (3) I have a fas...
The first lash of her whip hurt like hell—much more than I expected. Looking at mistress sites on the Internet always stimulated me through my eyes—the whip of the dominatrix symbolized her authority—and the visual thrill put me in a submissive mind-set before rushing down to my groin. Then I'd take care of my groin. I know that sounds repulsive, but until...
Author's Notes: (1) As a summary to date, Steve has now been methodically changed into a consensually obedient sexual partner and loving spouse for Sarah. His cross dressing habit dove-tailed nicely with Sarah's latent desire to dominate. They needed each other now more than ever before. She played him like a fiddle, introducing bondage and erotic humiliat...
One evening I was out with some friends from work, we went to a small bar that was crowded. As the evening progressed the bar thinned out and there was a woman sitting alone at one of the tables. She was in her late thirties and was wearing a white blouse with black slacks on. She was quite attractive. All of the guys that I was with were in the mid twenti...
Copyright Oggbashan December 2004 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. *********************************** I shouldn't have trusted La...
Pinky checked everything was laid out on the dining table in the correct order, getting dressed was going to be hard enough without struggling to find any parts of the outfit. Her boyfriend Jerry, correction, her Master (she would really have to get used to thinking of him as such) was relaxing in an armchair with a little smile on face. The reason he was s...