"I can't believe I'm doing this," the driver said. "I can not believe I'm doing this!" she repeated, slamming her well-manicured hand onto the steering wheel. Exceedingly rare violet eyes scanned up to the rear-view mirror. "You're Lois god damn Lane, you can't be doing this," Lois Lane told herself. "You're a star reporter," said the star reporter. "You'r...
Author's Notes: (1) This is the final chapter of "Changes". I had thought of going into the endless experiments that this femdom relationship had tried, but instead I concentrated on the ones with the most influence on the evolution of the changing relationship; (2) If the readers want to read some of those adventures, they will have to make comments and a...
The Photo Album Ch. 03 Please read Chapters 1 and 2 before this next section. Dinner Photo 1 The wall clock says 7 pm. The chair holds a large black penis gag with leather straps. How did S. spend the afternoon? Did she rest in bed as thick pieces of dried spunk on her face, tits and belly cracked and fell onto the expensive sheets. Did she relive the d...
Lisha and Riya ogled the dancer. The two were guests at a private party. An exotic dancer was performing a striptease. Her routine was very sexy and most of the guests were enthralled and definitely aroused by her dance. The dancer, herself, was a lovely girl, with a curvaceous figure. She was now stripped down to a sequined thong. The sequined part was real...
Chapter One - Performance Art = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = A college professor presents a performance art production of "I, Masochist" with a little technical help from W. Afterwards, the professor who referred the masochistic models to her asks her and W's help in recording the six young women's stories of how and why they are masochists. The...
She'd done it. She'd once again put together the fee for the personal fluffing service, dumped the guy she'd been using as her plaything, and booked herself in. In the last few months she'd taken out her piercings and the hole liners, letting the flesh grow back over the modifications to her flesh. Her body was back to its original shape, and maybe a bit mor...
My name is Scott, and I'm a professional ballet dancer for the Chandler Theatre. I'm also a nude model. In some ways my nude modeling is more exciting and intense than my ballet dancing. Initially I tried to keep my nude modeling a secret from my fellow ballet dancers, however, it didn't take very long for that attempt to fail. Most of my fellow dancers...
THE BIKER PARTY On my way home from work, I stopped at the local Burger Barn and picked up a bag of sandwiches for supper. I'd owned my old 1950 Harley Hydra Glide a couple of years by then. Bought it and a nearly new black Mustang fastback in 1965. So I'm guessing this was 1967, making me 28. 1949 or 1950 was the first year for hydraulic forks and 1950...
Beth Atkins ran her hands over the leather of her new desk chair as she swiveled it. No longer was she in a cubicle but now in a private office with translucent walls that went from floor to ceiling. This was the office that her former boss Carl Snodgrass had occupied until he had degraded and ravished one too many underlings. Namely, herself. This time Per...
I just moved into town, and want to check out a new fetish club. I have read about them in magazines. I get there, and there is a bouncer at the door. I show him my identification, and proceed to walk down the stairs. The club is dark inside, and very smoky. It is very crowded. There are men and women milling about. Some people have leather outfits on. Othe...