Jill had her dress on, a long evening gown with three-quarter sleeves and a scoop neck line and was just zipping up Shelia in her red dress of the same design. The gowns were figure hugging around the torso and accentuating the busts and a long flowing lower section just off the floor showing their high heels off nicely. Wendy admired Jill's figure and wishe...
Preparations for Afternoon Tea Director's cut * Scene One: Backstage "Ah, there you are my pretty pet! All nice and comfy on your pretty perch, are we?" I hear Miss Debra's cheerful voice from behind me. I scan the large, ornate, gold-framed mirror hanging on the wall before me, straining my corseted neck to determine her whereabouts. I quickly spot the...
"Hurrah. Lady Sally Rudston-Chichester makes another dashing escape. We're getting good at this, aren't we, captain?" Lady Sally called, jumping in the air excitedly. "We certainly are, madam. Though I expect your maid will be traumatised." "She'll get over it. Besides, she's been my maid for years, she knows what to expect. I think she feigns her alarms...
Fitting In (Friday Night, Continued) It was exhilarating to slink around the crowded room stark naked - to feel the brush of every breath of air, to thrill to every touch. The new Lori was on display - all of me. Yet none of these mere mortals seemed to notice my transformed body. How could they? Latex-skinned goddesses don't exist. To be sure, there were...
'The House Guest' involves characters who appeared in my earlier offering, 'The Discipline Begins', and refers to events contained therein, but can be read as a stand alone story. * Florence Roberts' pretty ever-so slightly retroussé nose had been put out of joint. Sir Richard had invited a guest to stay at the Manse: Marsha Williams, best-selling popular...
Lady Sally got down to business. She soon had the bishop and duke strapped onto the whipping benches, the banker secured face forward against the bondage wall and the judge tied face down on the rack. There would be time for more tantalising play, and to try the devices engineered in her workshop, but now she itched to inflict serious punishment on her men....
(This is my first story so any commitments, criticisms or contributions to the story is greatly appreciated) You are John an early 20s something , who’s recently moved to a small town to live with your older girlfriend. Being somewhat slightly sexually frustrated (or just very dirty minded) you have fantasies about other people’s sex lives. You’ve heard some...
The story is centered on a person that finds themselves trapped alone in a seemingly endless mall-like architectural complex. They can continue their search for an exit on the condition of putting on impractical fetish items that lock onto their wearer. As if it wasn't hard enough, a second voice is planted in the character's head. Its task is to make them s...
Lady Sally spent most of the night in the gondola watching the descent of the airship through the storm, taking time out only to release the slaves from their bondage and send them back to their quarters. It wasn't until the early hours of the morning, after they had left the storm behind, that she retired. Thanks to Captain Wyndham's skill and determinati...
Lady Sally was ready to make her appearance. She squeezed into the rubber outfit, complementing it with a pair of shiny, black stiletto shoes with narrow, pointy tips. She looked and felt fabulous. There was something empowering about the touch of tight rubber clinging to her skin. Her guests were waiting for her in the lounge, having been served tumblers...