"Who does this belong to? Who owns this, little girl?" He rubs her pussy in his hand. She's soaking wet, dripping. Her breathing is deep, a slight sigh with each breath. She moans softly with her eyes closed. She opens them and sees him inches from her pretty face. "You. You do, baby, you...uhhhh, don't stop, baby...uhhhhh..." She is cut off as his lips g...
It was a Thursday afternoon and I came home from my job a little early. As I approached the driveway I noticed the car with a particular license plate number that I knew. I wondered immediately what the Monsignor was doing at our house. I went in the front door and mother, grandmother, and the Monsignor were all sitting in the living room having a drink. I...
I entered the through the front door and didn't see anyone. As I was heading toward the kitchen I heard Barbara holler "Give that fucking bitch a good whipping. She deserves every stroke of the quirt that you give her. She's been nothing but a drunken whore today with her drinking and pissing. Whip her pussy lips good and hard." I could hear her voice comi...
In the previous story, Uncle George, the Stud, I told of spending time with my favorite uncle and with the help of a bottle of bourbon to aid the conversation hear of his various exploits while on spring break on Jekyll Island, Georgia. Where that story left off was upon his graduation from Dartmouth and subsequent commissioning in the Navy. I had the good f...
Author's Notes: (1) This is chapter 5. Read the first 4 please. (2) This is fiction. (3) This man is weak and broken and vulnerable. This woman is strong and broken. Could this happen? Sure it could. Don't get too tied up with that though. It's just a story. (4) Oh, and some of this stuff is unsafe sex. Don't do this at home. (5) Slavery is illegal. Rea...
As part of my work, I've travelled a lot. I've been away from home for at least 5 months in each of the past 5 years. Of course, I've got some security in the apartment including a camera in the living room, attached to the clock. I can view it online from almost anywhere in the world, to see what is happening at any moment. In addition, I've got a simple ar...
I had met Roxy for a little over two months earlier at the local health club. We had long conversations on our treadmills and began to have dinner together after our Friday night workouts. Many nights we would get something and bring it back to my apartment, since she had two roommates at her's. One evening while we were watching a rerun of 'Pacific Blue',...
In the morning I showered and dressed casually as directed by Mistress Wendy. My new black skinny jeans and a plain blouse with light day make up and my cork wedges. Some jewelry and my handbag and I was ready. Mistress wore leggings and a tunic top with her long hair tied up in a bun. Wearing flats, she was still much taller than me. We had a light breakfa...
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...
When we got home, Dina told me to take a shower, get dressed again, in clean women's underwear and wig. "Go wash the cum off yourself, for Christ's sake. You won't need makeup, just tits, hair, bra and garter with stockings. No panties, I want your clit hanging out so I can see it while I talk to you." I returned to the living room, where she had a drink an...