**The following is a messy fetish story about a woman hired to be filthy as her job. Don't read ahead if you don't like stories of women messing themselves with watersports, scat, mud, trash, skipping baths, and general unwashedness. That will be in here.** Tara paused as she woke up. She was a touch nervous, and rather smelly. She hadn't washed in five day...
Prologue - Placing her back inches from a large tree, Brenda stooped down and teased open a brown canvas satchel. The occasional wind-rush of a car traveling on the road, several yards away, served as a reminder that civilization seemed always to be only one step away. Her son, dear Christopher, had dropped her off on that highway a bit over an hour ago. B...
It had been sometime since my beautiful mistress had placed a collar around my neck and that of my new 'sister' Sarah. I had effectively given up my work, however the money raised by an app I had created kept nicely filling my bank account as I toiled for Hilary as an unpaid stable hand and slave. You see I was no longer Claire Fullerton, systems analyst an...
"This place is great!" I exclaimed. "It's perfect for us. We'd love to stay the weekend with you and have some fun. Can you show us around the property?" Kathy nodded. "We made a lot of trails, so it's not just solid woods. There's probably more than three miles of paths to walk or ride around on." "Is there one that follows the perimeter?" Lauren inquir...
CHAPTER 7: PLAYING PASSIVE Introduction: The next instalment in the sexual adventures of a prep school teacher in the 1950s and 1960s. ***** I was desolate a good while after the departure of Carmen, not even much interested in having sex, supposing any had been available. There were one or two episodes during the next year, but not worth reporting, as th...
This fantasy was inspired or suggested by a music video you might recognize along the way. It's a very loose adaptation. The video's imagery was only my starting point. 1. She would scream if she could breathe. She would fall down on her face and weep like a child. Except no, she's too angry for that. What she really wants is to fight. To turn and stand a...
What was it my brother said when enraged? Oh yeah, I remember. Fuck him and the horse he rode in on. Seeing my husband Jerry and his cheap blond floozy emerge from the Blue Bird motel definitely enraged me. Pounding the steering wheel, the radio playing a Three Dog Night tune, the car heater warming the interior of the car, I watched them through the dirty w...
My name is Greg Samuels. I love my job, and who wouldn't? I'm a specialty writer for TV Guide, and I have gone on the set of many television shows. Also, when stations like HBO do behind the scenes documentaries of movies, they ask me all the time. However, the number of reasons I love my job are great, but there is one reason above all else. The actresses....
She sighed, the baler twine cut into her wrists and ankles and despite her struggles she was unable to escape her bonds. She cursed her stupidity and how easily she had been duped into this seemingly impossible situation. Sarah looked around her, she was lying on the straw bed of a stable on the back yard of the Abbyway Riding School, the evening stables had...
Chapter 10 – Muck-Up Day "Good morning, Miss Granger." I looked up from my desk, startled out of a little daydream. It was only Josh, but even after two years of teaching that term of address still reminded me more of Hermione than of myself. And that might just be the last time I hear it, I thought to myself with an inward smile. Mrs Jeannie Marsh....