The name is Madeline O'Connell. I'm a six-foot-two, lean and athletic, blonde-haired and gray-eyed, forty-something Irishwoman living in a secluded mansion in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm a reclusive multi-millionaire heiress with an exquisite if somewhat secretive lifestyle. You see, I am quite cruel and have voracious sexual appetites. Being we...
Chester was now subjected to a life of blissful humiliations and indignities, pressed home with rigorous and perpetual discipline by the plump and cruelly assertive Jenny. He'd never dreamed he'd be made to show his face in the community where each day he was reminded of the cutting shame that his exposure had brought him, but Jenny ensured he lived in that...
Eventually, my tongue a little worse for wear, only Arabella, Miranda, and Agnes and her sissy remained as the fat ginger woman said her goodbyes. Though chubby, she was just as attractive as any of the other women, just as dominant. I had thoroughly enjoyed delving into her soft folds when punished, and had been closed to coming when she took her turn with...
Next Morning the ladies were delighted when the doorbell rang as the sissy and I were tidying up the breakfast things. Miranda was supervising my filling of the dishwasher as Blanche came through in her dressing gown with several 'next day delivery' parcels which had arrived. I was taken into the lounge and made to try on my new clothes. Every item was a bla...
Esther Howard had let her prim and upright, well-to-do upbringing rule her life for long enough. Now freed from a stale marriage by divorce and in her fifties, she felt a strange excitement at her new liberty, no longer caring about the people with whom she had had to conform with in staid ignorance, at the behest of her equally well-to-do husband and the bo...
CRUSHING NEWS Jennifer opened the mail Tuesday and read the disappointing letter. The magazine had not selected her as the winner but they thanked her for her photo submission. They went on to say that it was a very close contest but she had not won. She was in disbelief. How could the magazine not recognize her beauty? They were going to keep her image fro...
"This is my fourth and final story in this series. This is Taylar's last day at Stephie and Angela's house, so it's time for things to get really serious. Hope you all have enjoyed this series. Who knows, maybe Taylar has more in store in the future. If you like (or hate) her character, please let me know. Please send me comments and PM's as much as you can....
Namrata was walking through the hospital at the end of her shift. At 38 years old Namrata was still a head turner. She was very pretty and she had no trouble attracting young men, a fact she used to her advantage many times in the past, Her husband Anup was alright in bed, put there was just something about young guys that made her wet faster than anything h...
There was no respite for Fenton's rigidity as the sneering maid commanded him in, rather than ask him. Even she now had some control over him, by just being female and having the merest element of assertiveness. She strutted ahead as she led the way; the beautiful feminine scent of the house enveloped Fenton's senses, ensuring his excitement was perpetuated;...
Fiona Brown slipped a finger through the slick wetness of her cunt, as her masked pet was choked back on the leash as he masturbated on his knees. She stood in regal triumph in the comfort of her room at the Palace, the East End publication presented to her by the astute women slavers, open at the picture which confirmed the extent of her dominance so graphi...