If you enjoyed this story and would like to comment then please write to the link below. ----------------------------------------------- I can now confidently say that my lower body is as hairless as Mistress Green wants it. An afternoons waxing with Mistress Benny made that a certainty. I endured the pain as best as I could, indeed any begging and pleadin...
This is the final chapter of this series. I have some ideas for Part Two, where Keira will explore both her masochistic side and her little side. I will write it, if there is enough interest. ************ Keira hadn't officially agreed to move in with Jamie; there was still some resistance, a sense of uncertainty, something holding her back. She needed to...
After taking Dorothy to the land of Oz - Orgozm and plenty of them, I went home and collapsed for a few hours to be awoken by the phone. Mrs. Croker. “Afternoon Allen,” boomed her cheery voice. “I hear from Mrs. Mason, er Betty, that you made quite and impression on her daughter, and on her. She is extremely pleased. She told me what you did and also told...
"For fuck's sake Keira... again??" Jamie jumped out of bed, the left side of his body cold and damp, "every time you go out with the girls to get pissed... you get pissed. Literally." "Sorry," Keira mumbled red-faced as she quickly gathered up the wet sheets, "I guess I had a little bit too much last night." "You're not fucking kidding..." Jamie fumed, "I...
Taking the Friday off work was not without its consequences. Keira and Jamie were both besieged by emails and texts with various requests which they had successfully ignored over most of the weekend. But by Sunday afternoon it was time to pay the piper, and instead of tapping each other's bodies, they were tapping out texts and emails. Jamie splayed himsel...
Naked, you stand before her. 'Come to Mummy,' she coaxes. 'You called me and here I am. Take this step, why don't you?' She held out a pair of pretty white knickers towards you. 'These belong to you.' You stare back, unable to tear your gaze away from her warm, motherly face. Two eyebrows plucked to feminine arches; two bright blue eyes fix you in a hypnot...
***translation from UK English. Nappy=Diaper*** ***All characters are over the age of 18*** * "Daddy!" She heard the door click, and knew it was him. He hadn't even been gone long, but she always needed him so badly. She rushed through to the hall, launching herself at him, before he even had a chance to properly get through the door. "Hey, Babygirl!" h...
Day Thirty-Four: Exercise Not another word passed between Rose and myself that evening, and the stony silence persisted the following morning. I lugged the slops bucket sulkily out of the cell, and kept resolutely silent on returning. I had hoped that after a night's sleep Rose might apologise, but she went about her daily rituals as though I was invisible....
Suzanne O'Halloran drove slowly down the steep mountainside track leading down from the freeway towards the clear blue waters of Harpers Lake and the grey forbidding monolith of the Hargreaves Institute beyond. Pine trees brushed the fenders of her Cadillac Escalade SUV as she reluctantly steered towards a weeks therapy and rest at Dr Hargreaves state of th...
Day Forty Rose was right: in the cold light of morning I was not so fatalistic. The effects of the cream had worn off, and I yelped when I tried to pull up my clean knickers, but Rose refused to rub on a second application. "They might notice when they inspect you," she said: "besides, it's only a small tube, and you're going to need it tomorrow." "Don't...