Katy knelt beside her mistress's chair waiting in anticipation. The hardwood floor was icy cold raising goose bumps on her flesh. As always, Miss Maria had turned the heat off in her playroom to add to Katy's discomfort. Her only covering was a her slave harness that was left out for her by Miss Maria and a few other articles that she was expected to make us...
My fiancée at the time (Susan), her best friend (Carol), and I took a two-hour trip to visit a college buddy of mine (Ted) for the weekend; we had set up kind of a long distance blind date. Now Susan, Ted and I are extremely good friends and drinking buddies from college, and Susan, Carol and I are extremely good friends and drinking buddies from our home to...
I got such positive feedback from my first story I thought I'd continue to chronicle our adventures! We are both FTM Transmen who enjoy getting off in public. Enjoy! I had so much fun the last time we went to the movies I couldn't wait to go again! Just remembering how he fingered my wet hole right there in the back row with several other people sitting jus...
Authors note: this tale is a companion story to my other stories 'The Maid's Tale' and 'Further Adventures of the Maid', and is probably best read in conjunction with them. The topic arose from feedback comments from readers who wanted to know more about the Baroness, and felt that she needed a story of her own to render her less two-dimensional. This is for...
(FF) Please do not read if under 18 years of age or offended by sexually explicit stories and situations. (c) 2002 Couture *********** "Just wait till you see what I got this summer," Natalie said to her friend and roommate Jennifer. It was a conversation that had happened every year in this same dorm room by different girls. Usually one girl would sho...
Chapter Three: Cherries Keira dreamed... You were born in Ireland, Keira - though it was foreseen that France would be your true home until you were ready to return to the Isle. In order for you to have your Bell, a cherry seed was blessed with your blood and planted near here. It is time for you to find your Bell Tree, where somebody awaits your arrival....
"Sir? I'm Sandra, Mz. Garwin sent me about my homework problems." "Ah yes, take a seat. I'll be just one movement dear." She picked a straight chair, in front of the dean's desk and watched while he pored over and signed some documents. How was this man going to help her concentrate on homework? After about ten minutes he got up and filed the folders in a...
The internet's a powerful tool for nearly anyone who devotes more than energy for typing onto it. The more emotions you put onto there, the more you become attached to what you do, and who you may correspond with. The more you get to know someone, the more about yourself you hand to them, and if both you and your correspondent act online as you do in real li...
Learning to Let Go is an 8 part continuous series; so if you were naughty and skipped ahead I urge you to start at the beginning or the following may make little sense. Welcome to Part 2. ***** 2010 I heard Jen fitting the key into the Yale lock and felt my heartrate jump. Since she'd last texted I'd spent part of the time me considering what I was g...
Why did I say it? I know, I was frustrated, thinking only of myself for a moment. The words just slipped out. Your response shocked me. This morning had followed our usual routine. You had gotten out of bed to take your shower; assuring that I didn't need to use the bathroom, you proceeded to lock the chain to the heavy cuff on my ankle. You do this ever...