I got dressed up in a miniskirt, thong panties, my pink five inch heels with laces that wrapped around my foot and up around my ankle. There was my usual pink t-shirt to go with it, and I also put on some light makeup consisting of mascara, eye-liner and a very subtle shade of lipstick. It was getting better at putting on makeup, and my troubles with being a...
Author's Note: Unnecessary, overly descriptive details of clothing, makeup, fingernail polish, jewelry, and hairstyles will be in this chapter. Seriously ... most of it won't even be related to the plot. I just love this thing that's often called "costume porn." It doesn't involve literal porn. It's just silly fashion stuff. ****** Naeva's feet were aflu...
The fitness-center shower area had three separate tiled shower stalls, with another plank-type bench stretching across their front. I stood between the bench and the middle shower, waiting for him. For Ray. For Daddy. I looked down at myself, and my little cock was hard. I was waiting for Daddy, and he was going to wash me, and show me something. Until t...
When I mentioned going out to shop for a new bathing suit, Mrs. Mills smiled in appreciation, but didn't really say anything at the time. But while we were sitting at the kitchen table finishing our coffee and nibbling on some fruit for breakfast, the subject came up. Gloria said, "Shawn, I don't want you to buy me a new suit... You don't need to be spendin...
Chloe twisted around in front of her mirror to check the overall effect of the 6th outfit she had put on in half an hour. What would his first impression of her be? What would he expect her to wear? The instruction in his last email had been as explicit as it was ultimately vague, "Put on the sexiest dress or skirt and top you own. Under it I expect to find...
I stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the 34th floor. Being country born and bred I had never liked high buildings and I held my breath as I was rushed upwards. I looked in the mirror and straightened my tie, made sure my hair was neat and soon the doors quietly opened and I stepped out into the plush decor of the executive suites. I approa...
"Janet, are you all right? What happened to you?" Sweet Jesus, I over slept. I'm still chained to the headboard. "I'll call the police." Where's that damn key? Oh yeah, move the tape. "The phone won't work." Found it. Come on fingers; don't drop it, make it work. "I'll get my cell." Where's the end of the tape? This is going to hurt. "Hang on, Honey....
I had Jasmine promise to call me at work when my order finally arrived at the shop, you see I had promised my slave that her new dress would be here this week, and I believe that when a Master makes a promise he must keep it. I had decided to purchase a new latex dress for my slave, let me describe it to you, from the neck down, the neck is made stiff rubb...
What a memory! Helga was a Norwegian. She was not particularly attractive, but she could make the figures of a spreadsheet do what was wanted, and when she was spread out on a sheet with me, we were everything we wanted. There were two women working in my insurance agency office at the time, Amanda and Helga. Amanda was the receptionist, and it was she I di...
The female voice behind me was firm and business like with the lightest lilt of an English or perhaps Scottish accent. "Are you Walter Shields, the private investigator?" I turned to look at her. She was a good solid woman, perhaps 30 or so, maybe 10 years younger than me. She was a little thick in the waist and possibly an extra couple of inches in the a...