"Did I tell you you could put on shorts?" Sara asked as she walked past me doing the dishes. The door slammed shut behind her. I scrubbed a pan, trying to pretend her question had been rhetorical. But I didn't really think that tactic would work, and as I heard her walk up behind me, I knew it hadn't. I felt her breath on my neck, and saw her arm reach pas...
Chapter Two Where Mitten Becomes Oriented to her New Life at Petworthy Finishing School Because Mitten had a long time to consider her plight, she began to try to discern what was expected from her; by Daddy and by the Headmistress. The first problem was that she wasn't supposed to consider it a plight. It was appropriate for Mitten to feel like she was a...
Authors Note: All characters are over eighteen years of age. Chapter One: Caught Silverwood Michigan September 1957 Debbie I knew I was in trouble, big trouble. My heart was pounding like crazy as I sat in the back seat of the Hammersmith's limousine, sandwiched between that elegant, powerful and angry couple. The box with all my stolen treasures lay...
Hey all, Well chapter 5 is finally here. Had to submit it twice. LOL. Anyway a big huge thank you to my amazing editor Lioness_Queen who managed to get this chapter edited even during exam time. So THANK YOU. Don't forget to comment and vote. Hope you all enjoy this chapter. Gaelicvampire * The ringing phone woke Padrick at 7 the next morning. "Alpha, sir...
I awoke late the next day to delicious smells coming from my kitchen. As eager as I was to get food, my body was not so forgiving. I moved slowly as I got out of bed and gingerly dressed for the day, putting on a comfortable pair of torn, light blue jeans and a navy blue halter top. I brushed my hair, a daunting task given the bruises on my wrist. I loosely...
He told her to get home, no stopping, no lingering; just come. The tone of his voice told her everything she needed to know, tonight they were going to play. Her pussy was already hot, aching, needy on the ride home. She tried to imagine what he had planned, half formed ideas flitted through her head, and her womb was heavy. She was ready to fuck. The drive...
Miranda was blessed with the fuller figure which drew unseen looks from older, wiser males who appreciated what a woman should look like, but some of her peers treated her with scorn; not the 'fashionable' waif like skeleton, younger males and females alike were often cutting with their remarks. As she settled her generous rump on a stool at the bar, many o...
Anna can't sit down today, well at least not comfortably. Nothing unusual in that; today is Saturday, and Anna is always rather circumspect about sitting down on Saturdays. By Monday she will be able to manage her office chair as long as it has her usual cushion, a nice soft fluffy one. But for now she sips coffee in her best friend Julie's kitchen standing...
Warning: This story tries to push the limits of submission. If you are not interested in humiliation and degradation you should not read this story. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblanc...
Isolde sat alone on the bed, ankles still bound to the bar that lined the foot of the bed, a robe placed on her and her wrists bound to the collar around her neck. She had only been given the robe so that she didn't freeze while the heat of the fire rebuilt in the room, even still the silk robe did little to keep her truly warm and more to give her curves a...