Prefix: I will be fast forwarding a few days in my sissy maid, sissy slut lifestyle story here. From the last chapter ending on a Tuesday night going into my second week as Master George's full time sissy maid and slut to that of me getting ready for the following Saturday night of slut service. I feel the story's journey no longer has to follow a linear da...
This is the final chapter of part 1 of the Island Saga series. I want to thank those who have read the other chapters and voted. Do enjoy the conclusion of Maxwell and Sharon's story. Islandchica ***** May 1981 All that could be heard in the Mico Gymnasium was the rustle of papers as over four hundred students rifled through the examination booklets in fr...
In the kingdom of Loraik, under the tumultuous rule of young King Bedrick, in a remote village of the lush pasture lands, Garett the 20 year old farmhand was having the greatest night of his short life thus far. Garett moaned in pleasure as he thrust again into the beautiful young woman writhing underneath him. He'd met her on a path just outside of the vil...
Dedicated to my wife's grandma. (Not enough of this story is fiction). Thanks to BarBar for helping me with the plot and characterisation, and to James E. Henry for editing. This story is vastly improved because of their assistance. ------------------------------- Steph grimaced as she peered into her grandmother's room and wondered, once again, just what...
Chapter 17 A new flat to christen. I awoke slowly, hearing Susan pottering around in the kitchen. For the first time I completely forgot about the cameras and strolled naked into the kitchen to join her. Susan was obviously sharper than me and had put on the pink tabard dress that she was given last night. And panties, I noticed. I suddenly realised my nak...
Author's note: All characters and companies mentioned in this story have no existence outside the imagination of the author, and have no relation whatsoever to anyone or anything bearing the same name or names. Events portrayed in this story are pure invention and have not been based on any events that have happen in real life. All the characters involved in...
I waited for my brother in the Weatherspoons pub, he called me and wanted a burger meal with a large cola as he was not a drinker as I was. I ordered a pint of Heineken beer and waited for him to arrive, as I was also waiting for an important call from my Police Inspector about an escort job protecting a Jewish Labour member who feared for her life from the...
It starts out with infatuation. Becoming enraptured by my words. Falling in adoration with my pictures and clips. My image is intoxicating. The overwhelming need to feel my power circumvent through you and overtake every muscle. Every reaction and feeling depending on me. The overwhelming need not to just serve me, but to obey and worship. Not simply to be o...
Winter had clasped it's icy fingers upon the English countryside. Snow had crept it's way down from the peaks of the mountains above to blanket the sleepy villages, desperately clinging to their slopes, with a thick blanket of white powder which grew ever thicker with the unceasing onslaught of the rushing snowflakes that attacked in ranks of shivering grey....
I am not sure about this one. I'll let you all decide as always. Should I continue? * * * * * My office overlooked the central yard of the trading estate and straight across to the warehouse opposite. The office suites were all upstairs so I could see right through the windows at the two girls that worked there. I worked mostly alone having casual labour i...