If you're reading this story series and enjoying it, please take the time to comment. This is the third chapter, and I want to know people are appreciating the work before I continue with the story. ******** Keira started spending more time at Jamie's. Their weekend assignations were too brief, and they wanted more than quick video chats during the week....
I made a mistake ending up here. Here in this bedroom, in a flat belonging to two, young attractive women, chained to one of their beds. Handcuffed. I really shouldn't have taken that photo of those two's arses. I'm not a pervert. I'm just a typical young male, with a penchant for the rear end of the opposite sex. These two girls, Danielle and Amy, both had...
As a transvestite, it had always been my dream to be a bridesmaid. My elder sister had known about my love of feminine things since we were tiny; indeed it could have been her love of dressing me up as a girl when we were children that influenced me in the direction of transvestism. So you can imagine how delighted I was when she told me that she was getting...
Keira woke the next morning, and although her nappy was dry, her body flooded with shame at the memory of the night before. Her sobs had barely subsided as she had fallen into a bone-weary sleep, and this morning she was still swallowing some residual strangled whimpers. Jamie pulled her tightly towards him, cupped one of her deliciously pert breasts and g...
This story carries on directly from part 5, so maybe read that first. This story also gets dirtier, so if a little vomit and quite a bit of scat are not your thing I'd turn back now -- fair warning! Everyone's over 18, this is a fantasy with wildly irresponsible and unlikely behaviour, be good to each other, etc... When she arrived home, Naomi learned three...
This is a story of what happens when Master's slave girl doesn't keep up to date on her work. It is a true story. i have only written it to end my punishment and be allowed an orgasm. As i write it, my punishment continues. i had an insurance claim to file. Master was out of town but called me to ask if i had finished it. "No Sir," i admitted, distracted,...
Having had nothing to drink the day before, Keira woke up dry. She couldn't remember the last time she'd woken on a Saturday without a pounding headache, a mouth that felt like sandpaper, and worst of all, lying in a puddle of her own urine. She had to admit that lying clear-headed in the arms of her boyfriend was the much-preferred option. "Good morning...
Days Thirty-Five to Thirty-Eight After all the drama, it was back to stultifying routine: the foetid air, the ever-present whiff of latrine, the four dingy featureless walls and the long, long hours to fill. When to exercise; when to masturbate: these were about the only decisions we were free to make. Food was brought and crockery taken away; occasionally...
Donna May bides her time. On Saturday she is far too mellow after her orgasm to think of punishing other girls. But on Sunday she runs through a few possibilities in her mind. There is hog-tying, which was so effective the last time. But ideally she'd like something different, and something which does not require her to wake herself and get out of bed before...
Jamie and Keira settled into a routine; Keira went out drinking with her friends on Friday nights, and afterwards, she'd go over to Jamie's where they'd fuck and then he'd put her in a nappy to sleep. She did try to stop drinking. The weekend after Jamie first made her wear the nappy, she went out with her friends and concocted a story about being on antib...