The maid had soon dressed the princess, selecting a soft, deep blue velvet gown, with intricate lacing at the scalloped bust. She did up the princess's long dark locks in a golden threaded coiffure. To her face she brushed soft powders, and adorned her with lovely fragrances from the jeweled bottles. To her ears she fastened beautiful white gems, skillfully...
---------------------- Saturday 3:45 PM ---------------------- I headed back to the Bateman mansion because I didn't know where else to look for Mrs. Bateman. I drove by the house once, looking down the driveway to see if her car was there. I didn't see it, but I considered that she might have put it in the garage. So I parked my volkswagen on a side stree...
It kind of started going wrong for Annette when Alfredo yanked down his shorts and revealed shaved balls. Chests she understood. Armpits even. All the local men were hairless, deep bronze and lithe; all six packs and sleek muscle. That she understood. But the balls thing. Yeesh. With a soft creak of raffia, Annette shifted in the "Emmanuelle" chair- which i...
Chapter 4: Maid service Three weeks had passed since our last 'special' time, yet it still angered me when I thought about your transgressions that evening. Your first transgression, of 'forgetting' to shave your face as directed, had earned you a fitting punishment – being made to shave your legs, balls, and pubes as a 'reminder.' But the second transgress...
High summer, around the solstice, when the sun dapples the ancient beechwoods until past nine o'clock up on the ridge above the farm. I was returning from evensong, taking a short cut along the ancient track that followed the ridge through these massy plants. The family had gone on before me, I had lingered to trim the family grave as was my habit. I walked...
More than anything, Jessica had always wanted to be an English Princess. That had been her burning desire since childhood. Now, at age 23, she was Her Royal Highness Princess Alfred of Wilshire. A lifetime of social climbing and positioning had paid off. Her new husband, Prince Alfred, was a cousin of Her Majesty the Queen. A long time ago, he had been a hi...
Chapter 1 -- The Discovery Detective Jake Diamond watched through a pair of binoculars from his perch in a tree outside the mansion. Nighttime shrouded the estate in darkness, but the garden in the distance was brightly lighted under its glass roof. MzDominica's servants -- slaves? -- were all around the garden, serving drinks and hors d'oeuvres to guests....
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...
A quick note about this chapter. It runs a tad long as I want it to really set things up for Chantel's future, not just some sissy maid for her now Mistress wife, as cool as that can be, but to develop a more varied sissy, crossdressing, maid and slut story. I hope it works for my readers. ***** Chapter Four: Moving on to reinforcing my new lifestyle Satu...
Author's note. Firstly, please read chapters 1, 2, 3 and 4. I have not put in any reminders of what happened last time; there just wasn't the room. Although this story is in the humour and satire category I have also tried to keep it sexy, and have attempted to at least touch on most genres over the full series. That means if you don't like gay, lesbian, ana...