Slave is puppy trained Mrs Watson was shamefully sitting in her classroom, without panties. Every one of her students knew she wore nothing under the short skirt, which added to the humiliation. She squirmed on the hard seat, grinding her pussy into it. Knowing the seat would show a wet sticky stain when she stood up, made her squirm and flow all the more....
Author's Note: This story contains light BDSM elements. All characters depicted are 18 years of age or older. Enjoy! ---------- No one ever gets these things right. Yes, Mother Goose—that's me! What threw you off—the garters and stockings and black leather whip? Like I said, no one ever gets these things right. Father Goose says they've twisted all my st...
It wasn't that Anita was really worried about Stephanie. Okay, maybe it was, just a little. Call it her "mother hen" instinct, the same thing that had made her decide on a career as an elementary school teacher instead of looking at the high schools or colleges. Her friends were all used to it by now, jokingly calling her "Mom" when she stopped by with homem...
A girl, phoned. "Phone for you," the barmaid said, handing over the mobile handset. "Who is it?" the girl asked, taking it. She sat at the bar, all dressed again. The collar had not been really locked, so she could take it off without a key. But it might take a few days for the slight bruise to leave her throat. Not to mention other bruises. "I don't...
Layla stood in front of the mirror looking for all the world like the Diva she was. At 5'4, 182 pounds, she knew she was neither the tallest, nor most lithe Mistress in the world. What she did know, was that with her caramel complexion, green eyes, auburn hair and ginger tinted lips, she was a creature to behold when she was dressed to the nines. Tonight was...
There was obviously a party going on inside Apartment 212. I could hear the occasional voice cry out to someone else inside, a bottle dropped to the floor but did not break, and the techno bass was shaking the door so much that I thought the minute knocker was going to start flapping up and down. I had rung the doorbell twice, knowing it was a futile gesture...
Issue #3: Cover Girl's Welcome [Note: This story is based on the Marvel Comics version of G.I. Joe.] It was a humid summer day on Staten Island. It was easy to break a sweat just walking a short distance outside. Despite the heat, several members of the G.I. Joe team were training outside, and were now running laps in front of the Motor Pool at Fort Wadswo...
There is this thing about being normal. It is often described as the preferable way to spend our lives, telling us how to behave socially, how to prevent embarrassment, how to be accepted by the people around us. But do we really know how it's properly done? Are there rules, say, things written down? Oh sure, there is the law, of course, and there are...
Part 2 - Simon Simon stood before the mirror in his room. Frankly he was admiring himself. He was not interested in other men, though he would have admired a fine erection and would enjoy watching, as much as the next man, a friend's penis working a girl. Not interested in men but he could happily admire his own erection and naked body. It did stand well an...
My girlfriend and I are playing poker with the neighbors. We have been playing poker with them for over a month now, 3-4 nights a week at least. We lose most of them time and we gamble real money. We are in the whole a few thousand dollars by now. Instead of gambling with money now, we decide to change it to strip poker. We are hooked on the game, but we re...