Chapter 14 Tilly stood at the door in a long coat, the wind had been whipping ferociously and she was glad to have the protection even if her face was a bright crimson. Whether Deb remembered her being part of the, shall they say initiation, Tilly had had second and third thoughts since. One thing she had been hoping since Saturday was that the drugs they h...
"Lord Banchforth," a voice said indistinctly as I sat with father's lawyers in father's study as they explained father's last will and testament to myself and those of my family who remained after father's calamitous accident, "My Lord!" he insisted. I realised I was the one he was addressing, "Yes?" I replied. "There remains the matter of Miss Grace Harco...
Foreword For the first half of the story I have deviated slightly from safe, sane and consensual for the sake of plot and character development. Without a conflict, there is just no story. 'Once upon a time; they lived happily ever after,' makes for a dull read. While descriptions of sexual activities and the feelings they bring up are fun; it's better wh...
The Conclusion this is part 2 of Shopping....enjoy! I could hear the low rumble of the crowd as I stood behind the heavy velvet drape. My throat was bone dry and my palms were dripping. The words repeating and repeating in my head..."what have you gotten yourself into this time my dear?" ~ It all started earlier in the week after He had taken me "Shoppin...
She laughed at him and then thought of something, "Michael, when I went to take my shower you said something about masturbation. I wanted to tell you that I don't." He glanced at her and saw that she was very serious. "Never?" He asked, "Why not?" Color crept up to stain her cheeks, "Actually, I really don't know how. By the time I had those urges and feel...
It was just after 7:00 P.M. Saturday evening when my computer alerted me that I had incoming e-mail. The note was brief and to the point, “We are going out tonight. Pick me up at 8:30 P.M. sharp!!!”. The message was signed simply, “MH”. Mistress Heather, or more specifically, my Mistress. You see, I am the collared slave of the beautiful enchantress, Mistres...
Her heels clacked on the hard floor as she made her way over to the dining room table, a spritz from the bottle and a quick wipe made the table clean. Aly put down the spray bottle and smoothed out her french maid uniform, tugging the top down a bit, smoothing out the skirt and checking to make sure her stockings were straight. 'Madame hates it when my unif...
My name is julie. I am a sissy CD that has been working in a brothel for years now. During the week I am a male teacher named Julian, but on week ends and vacations I am a sissy whore that is the property of the owner of the brothel, "Madame." My sister, Becca, also works in the brothel. Since I am a slave there, Madame has given me my own room. Madame has...
You just showed up at my door very late in the night. I've been waiting for you for what seems like hours, and my mind has been racing wondering why you are running so behind. I've convinced myself that if you show up and you're not physically harmed, that I am going to punish you for the rest of the night. It is imperative that you learn not to disappoint m...
As Amanda soon discovered, her harness was not just a passive source of stimulation. For one thing, it responded to every move that she made, shifting the prongs embedded inside her body and the strap pressing against her clitoris. Worse, and far more humiliating, she learned that the staff had license to exacerbate her torment. Whenever one of them encounte...