This is a continuing story about a young college coed who makes a bet with her longtime rival. She soon learns that her bitchy attitude and a stupid bet is costing more than a bit of humiliation, threatening to take over her entire life. Synopsis: Chapter 1, Mean girl Taylor makes a bet with her lifelong rival. It involved compromising pics to ensure the l...
Well, I can feel the soft silk of your blouse And them soft thrills in our little fun house Then the lights go out and it's just the three of us You and me and all that stuff we're so scared of. -Bruce Springsteen Tunnel of Love There are a lot of ways a young marriage can go wrong. After three years with Ellen it seemed that ours at settled into something...
I was totally wasted after performing a round of blow jobs on my friends; especially mentally. I was terrified that they would recognize me and hurt me... literally; but I must admit that my friend Chris is any girl's dream. Now that I enjoy cock, on my terms, it was a real turn on to give him a blow job. However, still, somewhere in the back of my mind, I...
It was early afternoon when we pulled up at the mall. Mistress Luna had me drape myself sluttily over her car while she took some photos for my Instagram. I was still dressed as a sissy bimbo doll, having been styled by Crystal, a much more experienced sissy in servitude to another dominant, Goddess Furia. Mistress had given me a lollipop to wrap my glos...
Bruce was now under no illusion as to the ruthless level of cruelty the woman who had claimed him as her own, and her feminine associates, would go to in order to sate their sexual lust for the domination of masculinity, and their pleased indifference at the fate of Miriam's husband at the cocktail party he now observed on his knees in a corner, further emph...
My friends and I are always making stupid bets with one another, or giving each other juvenile, puerile dares. The stakes vary wildly, from a simple thing like buying someone's dinner to something far less platonic. One forfeit that always sticks in my mind was the time we made Amelia put most of her meal into her knickers to eat later. I remember watching...
Laura parked her car and made her way to the school gate for pick-up time. For once she had found a parking space easily and wasn't late. She was also glad to see her friend Chrissie already there, which meant there was time for a chat before the doors opened and a horde of youngsters surged out. The school mums could be a cliquey lot but Laura was glad to h...
Linda gave a hiss of irritation. The bastard hadn't even let her enjoy her afterglow before running off to sulk again. Pulling herself along the counter she dropped her feet to the floor and stumbled on shaky legs. Her smile was wry, how typical that she had finally found a wolf that could make her knees tremble but who couldn't bear to be in the same room w...
The Dangers of Pain - Part 3 - Therapy in Olympic Park The closer the big RV got to Portland, on our way to Port Angeles, the worse the weather got. By the time we were crossing the Columbia River bridge northward, rain was driving horizontally and Ben was tense in the driver's seat. Martha and I sat together in the upholstered passenger seat, feeling the b...
Warning: This contains descriptions of explicit violence. This is a unplanned sequel to an earlier story, Gothic Sacrifice, that I was told did not end satisfyingly. To find the earlier story, click on my name. =========================== The sound of her own voice had been echoing in her head for weeks, "My name is Number Three." She knew that, in tim...