10/24/05 As I write this, my left leg is cuffed to the chair. I haven't been to the bathroom in thirteen hours, and Miss Stephanie has insisted that I am not working hard enough on journaling her attentions! The misery is palpable, I must confess. She spent most of last night teasing my poor cock to near distraction..."Now that you keep web journals, dea...
Please note that whilst I have published this chapter under the same category as previous chapters, whilst the focus, for me, is still around the exhibitionism of Wendy Braithwaite, this chapter also contains themes of bdsm, and humiliation as means of exhibiting differing aspects of Wendy. Please do not read on if any theme offends. Thanks, Blit *****...
The Innocents Abroad For months the Great Pleasure Excursion to Europe and the Holy Land was chatted about in the newspapers. Its like had not been thought of before. It was to be a picnic on a gigantic scale. The participants were to sail away in a great steamship with flags flying and take a royal holiday in many a strange clime and land renowned in histo...
There were only three things I enjoyed at university. The drama club, Mister David Deekin and Stephanie Gordon's tits; actually that's four isn't it, if you include both of her tits, which I most certainly did? So I didn't last. I made it through the first year and a little way into the second, but that was it. I left. Mum and dad went absofuckinglutely ba...
Marcia McNab, housekeeper, verger and general factotum to the vicar of Chigwell was seriously pissed off. The vicar, David Rutter had brought the Lady Mayoress, Daphne Hightower bloody hyphen Jennings home the night before and had proceeded to fuck her senseless. Marcia had heard the moans and screams from her downstairs bedroom and had been forced to frot h...
Several summers ago my wife and I spent a week's vacation on the island of Korcula in Croatia. We had rented a room in a villa on the sea and most every morning I went down to the beach to sit in one of a pair of lounge chairs to have my morning coffee. Some mornings my wife joined me there and other mornings she slept in until later in the morning. But So...
London Heathrow, March 2010: "Passengers on BA flight 237 to Damascus, please make your way to the departure gate A10 for boarding." Suhair took one finial glance at England and headed to the departure gate, unaware of what would greet her when she arrived in Syria. Suhair Abdul-Hamid was 25 years old with long black hair, blue eyes, and fair skin. She was...
Author's note: This is my first attempt at femdom. The roles of power and submission are familiar to me, however, just reversed from my usual mindset. I hope this story works for fans of this genre. It's raunchy so get ready for a depiction of rough female-in-power sex. ***** I swung the front door of my apartment open and looked at him. He was standing in...
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Janice Demise was nearly a half-hour early to pulling into her parking spot at work. She worked as a cashier in a major department store in the Midwest. She waved briskly at her co-worker Ruthann Smythe as they walked into the store together. Ruthann pulled aside her short carrot-topped friend and in a sing-songy voice said, "Something got into you last ni...