CHAPTER ONE Donna Floriella Deoporto Norvona de Sante Cruxes stood on the deck of the SS Pogona as it finished docking in Rio de Janeiro. She scanned the waiting crowd, searching for a first glimpse of her husband to be. The year is 1881 and Floriella is a 'Letter Bride' -, the marriage had been arranged between the two families via agents, photographs and...
That day was also a very cold day like yesterday. It was a special day for two reasons. First of all, the maid was supposed to meet her Mistresses today, and secondly it was Mistress Isabelle's birthday. The maid decided to stay in her cramped apartment and not go anywhere. She was looking forward to the phone from her Mistress inviting her to work at her h...
It was almost dusk when our Roland awoke from a sleep pleasantly troubled by the images of willing girls throwing themselves at him in order to sample his skills at passion and amour. As those images slipped away, he came to consciousness aware that an extremely enjoyable sensation was taking place down by his groin. With a start he realised that he was lyi...
"Forty five years of age! Who would have believed it?" Emma glanced at the young waiter as he bent over a sunbather on an adjacent lounger to serve her drinks. He had a pert ass and as he turned to walk back to the pool bar she caught a glimpse of the large bulge filling the front of his white shorts. "Anything I can get for you, Senora?" "Perhaps later J...
Allyson hadn't been this happy in her whole life. She was about to become the brand new wife of Mr. John Bennett, or more appropriately John Bennett Esquire. At twenty-three years old she was an almost newlywed living in a brand new home in new town in the northwest. Allyson was a fresh graduate from a small liberal arts college back east where her hard work...
Chapter Twelve: Chantel's day off. Ohhh, and ahhh as I awake and stretch in my bed. Mmm a blissful sleep where I see the clock and that it's actually 10:00am. At first I freak out a little bit as it normally would be very late for me. But I soon realize Master has allowed me a blissful and free Sunday off. I then get out of bed, my butthole is sore from the...
Chapter Seventeen: It's time that Chantel Earned Her Keep. Well it's the morning of a Saturday, to where by night time I will soon be doing some true sissy slut street walking and now truly begin to earn my keep and begin to earn some serious money for my Master. I awake like all other mornings at 7:30am and follow my morning routine, enema, shower, shave...
Before long, Melanie was out of her bath, through the secret passage in the kitchen to her bedroom, and dressed in clothes suitable for lunch. She was pleased to have a chance to sit still and contemplate something as simple as food, for the day was surely turning out to be a strange one. At lunch, she noticed she drew little attention. Her tutor greeted h...
Part One - The Ensemble “Are the socks ready?” “Oui Monsieur.” “Put them on the tray in the Hall.” I watched the maid leave the room. By heaven even I was turned on, that tiny skirt and those fishnet tights tottering into the Hall on stiletto heels. Two days getting ready, two days! Still, it’s what he wanted. No one could ‘dress’ the French Maid like Pa...
Beth woke refreshed. Her puppy was already up. Spot had ordered coffee and pastries. Beth got up and had a quick shower. She walked into the front room, as naked as her puppy was. The women had coffee without conversation. Beth's puppy sat close to her hunched over her coffee cup. She occasionally reached over and licked her mistress's hand. Beth felt easy...