Note contains strong themes of gaslighting, humiliation, anal, and messy diapers. You have been warned. ***** "If I take care of your bottom, it's mine to use as I see fit." Daddy would say often. In practice what it meant that after one of her many humiliating diaper changes. Or a stinging spanking ("an important part of caring for a little girls behind!...
Jack looked out the window when he noticed the light turned on in his neighbor's bedroom. He glanced at his watch, 11:00pm, bedtime. He got up from the recliner and, instead of closing his curtains like a respectable man, he turned off the lamp so he couldn't be seen watching. Diane never closed her curtains. Maybe she was just naïve, or even better, an exh...
Adventures In Panty Sniffing: My Sister's Scent It's quite strange actually. My story, that is. I grew up in a relatively normal home in small town Northwest America. My parents never divorced and my older brothers used to beat me up. I lost my virginity when I was seventeen. Nothing in my life was too out of the ordinary. But now some things are definitely...
John wiped his forehead on which beads of sweat were beginning to form. He was waiting for the subway after staying late in the office, and the midsummer weather was keeping the underground terminal air thick with humid heat. It was late and he had effectively skipped on dinner, opting instead for a coffeeshop muffin. The napkins that came with it served to...
I was admitted to the orthopaedic ward of our hospital early one evening, prior to an operation on my back to relieve chronic sciatica. My operation was due two days later but I had to have a scan on my spine the following day. It was my first prolonged stay in hospital so I was slightly surprised to be told by one of the nurses to undress and get into my n...
"We're in trouble," said Myrna. Her blonde hair had been bleached white by many days in the sun. Her sunburnt skin was peeling. Her lips were cracked. She trudged along the dirt road in men's boots that were too big for her and giving her blisters. In one hand she carried an empty bucket which had contained water. She and Elsteen had had nothing to drink sin...
The following story is partly true and partly fiction. The names have been changed to protect the guilty. I hope you enjoy the story as much as i did living parts of it and wishing i had lived the rest of what is here. ***** A number of years ago i saw an ad from Mistress Kay and was fascinated by what i saw and read. After thinking about it for a while i...
Samantha hitched up her skirt, squatted down by the side of the country road and waited. She was dying for a pee, but she was determined to wait until someone passed. Ideally it should be a cyclist; a car would pass so quickly the driver would only get a glimpse of what she was doing and if a pedestrian appeared she could not justify squatting in a pissing p...
Warning: includes scat Jessica Cunningham was a sweet girl and though she tried to be optimistic she lived a hard life. At age four she'd lost her parents. At twelve she was adopted but a year later she got sick. It was months before she was diagnosed. After a few years she went into remission. Finally she could start high school. She'd kept up with her s...
To Margaret Jenkins – With Appreciation and Affection As the end of her first year operating her independent clinic neared its close, Louise Bellman was able to feel quite proud of her work: she had received paying clients from some of the best-known physicians and therapists in the area and her accounts showed a tidy profit. She had not yet turned 30 but w...