About the same time I discovered the sheer ecstasy that I could achieve from jerking off I began a fascination with panties, women's panties, that has now cost me dearly. As a young man I would fetch the Sears or Penney's catalogue, snatch some panties from the hamper, and go into the bathroom where, behind a locked door I would stroke myself endlessly while...
I would never say that life was routine with Mistress Monica. She kept me on my toes—or, more literally, on my heels—at least around the house. On days when I got home from my law office before she got home from her corporate job, I would immediately take off my suit and tie and put on one of the frilly aprons Mistress preferred me to wear at home, and a pai...
Elaine was a twenty-something brunette with two of the most gorgeous legs and feet I've ever seen. She often wore open-toed, sling-back low-heeled shoes, so I could see most of her delicious foot. She usually wore flesh-colored nylons which just showed off her amazing, muscular legs. Even though she wasn't tall, she may have been about 5'6", she still had le...
The second of several parts of my story 'Decorating her Dainties'. The reader is encouraged to read each part in sequence. * The very next morning when we were changing into our work gear, Sophia directed me to a paint-spattered retro canvas holdall with a tartan panel. She withdrew a transparent plastic bag which contained a bundle of nylon hose of all sh...
It was Tuesday night during the fall semester and it was nearing about 3 am. The frat boys had been partying all night and having a good time. A couple of the guys were talking about some of the hot girls who lived in the nearby sorority house. The girls had been to the party earlier that night and had been looking damn good. The guys continued talking and c...
For this sequel to The Domme Club, I am switching the category from BDSM to Loving Wives. Seems that many of the stories in the BDSM category are more hard-core. And this story is about Loving Female Authority. As it is a sequel, the story is best read AFTER reading The Domme Club. Once again, all respectful feedback, as well as voting, is very much appr...
My sister Dorene was on the phone asking me if I could accommodate her friend Ruby during the Summer holidays. "She's a really delightful woman, generous and easy going, I wouldn't ask you otherwise," said Dorene. Ruby was studying theatre and dance and had to attend a six-week contemporary dance course at the local university. I was certain that my girlf...
The summer after my eye-opening, fetish-creating dance class I was invited by one of my classmates, Eliza, to join her and another classmate, James, for a long weekend on Cape Cod. I had become good friends with both and was comfortable around them in a special way engendered by the unique class experience we had shared. I rang James on coordinating our ar...
I highly recommend that you read my story "The Domme Club" prior to reading this one as there is background in that story that I think will make this one more fun. Also, I continue to struggle with the narrow selection of categories. If you have read any of my other work, you will know that this is not just BDSM, but certainly has strong element of fetish, g...
It was the late 1960's. I was a young lad traveling about Europe, running low on money. In desperation I ended up staying with family friends, Mr and Mrs Hull, in England. They were odd people and their plain Jane oldish daughter stuck in a small village house looking after her ageing parents was even odder. They made it pretty obvious from the start that th...