Margaret Stories

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Margaret's Painful Path To Joy

by Lion24655 on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

Margaret was domineering. Margaret was bossy. Margaret was overbearing. She was also, at 36, very attractive. Slim. Good figure. Long black hair. She was also really sweet - when just chatting to friends, or wanting to give a present, or wanting to help when you were in trouble. Too often, though, she ruined it all by switching to overbearing mode. And...

Mommy Goes Shopping with Me

by JhMcKn on Aug 18, 2017
Fetish

This takes place in late 1949 after WWII had ended. Sheer nylon stockings were worn by women everyday and some held them up with a girdle, some a garter belt, and some with 'roll garters'. No one in the story is under the age of eighteen. It was earlier in the afternoon than I usually got home. I saw Frank's car in the back of the house so I knew he was...

Robert & Margaret

by simaddict on Sep 17, 2017
Loving Wives

* This story is 100% true. Nothing in it is whitewashed. * All characters in this story are eighteen or over. ****** Margaret was a friend of my twin girl cousins. They spent a lot of time together growing up as kids and were good friends. That's how I met Margaret. I was born in that town but I was living in a different city at the time in a neighbori...

Henry's Home for the Summer Ch. 08

by cynthiablaine7 on Sep 25, 2017
Fetish

This is the eighth in a series. It helps to read the other chapters first but is not critically necessary. Bodily functions, such as urination, defecation, and menstruation, are part of this story, as are caning and spanking, so if discussing any of those offends you, read no further. All characters are 18 or over. ***** Margaret Ames was truly enjoying he...

Out of the Ashes Ch. 11

by Hurradiegams666 on Aug 31, 2020
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

Chapter 11: The longest march (6,6k words, futa x futa, romance, character focus, plot chapter, off-screen growth, dialogue focus, speeches and character development) "This is madness, Lexi! And you know that!" Agatha growled. "What do you mean? I am back on my feet," the pale warrior muttered in between suppressed groans. Alexia breathed heavily as she...

Henry's Home for the Summer Ch. 05

by cynthiablaine7 on Sep 12, 2017
Fetish

This is part of a series. It will make more sense if you read the earlier installments, but that is not strictly necessary. The story deals with both female dominance and bodily functions, so if you have problems with either, read no further. All characters are 18 or over. ***** Margaret Ames, the thirtyish governess whom Henry's parents had hired to keep...

Out of the Ashes Ch. 02

by Hurradiegams666 on Jan 20, 2020
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

Chapter 2: Stranded (6,8k words, plot, racism, mini gts, female muscles, slight teasing, character introductions, futanari) Thankfully for them it was an unusually warm day in spring. The water was still pleasantly warmed up by the last sunrays gleaming over the surface and the coastline was nearby, soon the two would reach the shore. Margaret effortlessl...

Moving On: Alexia Ch. 02

by Iread2relax on Dec 16, 2017
NonHuman

Hello and welcome to chapter 2. Hopefully, I'll have a short break from work soon and can focus on writing chapter three. Thank you everyone for your support of chapter one and your kind words. I think I will write, but no promises on whether or not I'll post. This story, however has given me new breath. I don't know if it's helping me, or if I'm using it...

The Plant Pt. 02 - Spores

by saddletramp1956 on Jul 3, 2019
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

The following is a follow-up to my story, "The Plant," and picks up about three and a half years after the end of that story. While you can read this as a standalone story, it may help to read that story first to understand the full context of what is happening here. As always, constructive comments are always welcome and appreciated. Please see my profile...

Margaret Visits the Doctor

by Pimpleia on Mar 6, 2018
Fetish

'What's the matter, Margaret,' I said, the absence of cooking smells and the sober skirt and blouse evidence that something had upset her equilibrium. I am not such an unreconstructed sexist as to necessarily expect to come home to a cooked dinner, and my wife dressed to thrill, but I had been married long enough to know when Margaret was agitated. She was...