She knew that he'd agreed to be the Mall Santa this week as a favor to a local charity group, but she was bound and determined to tease the hell out of him. She dressed in a slutty miniskirt-- no undies, of course -- and a see-through nylon top that she knew drove him insane. This was all covered by a tasteful long leather jacket and topped with a demure lit...
Authors Note Please be aware that while this series of stories will get VERY dirty/kinky, some chapters will be milder than others. The specifics of each chapter will be listed in the preface so that you will know what the story contains. Constructive comments are always welcome, especially from women as I'm always curious if I've captured anything that mig...
Julia's seat gently vibrated. She closed her eyes to enjoy the delicate tingle on her spine as the wings extended out of the Humming Bird 709, a small seater that fit twelve people for those places that were rarely traveled to. The orientation of the spacecraft reconfigured from shooting through space like a rocket to that of an airplane to glide down to the...
This story involves discipline that includes bodily functions so anyone offended by that should read no further. All characters are 25 or older. ***** Malinda had taken some time to begin to understand what was behind her stepmother's attitudes toward behavior and punishment in their household. Malinda had been wary of Karen when she married Malinda's fath...
[Reading my story, "Toilet Training Elizabeth", will provide some useful background for this story. Those who do not wish to read about bodily functions should read no further. All the characters are over 18 years of age.] After her presentation to the Ladies Club on How to Toilet Train Your 25-Year-Old, during which Kendall humiliated her 25-year-old ba...
Angela Rivers had become a regular at Padded Bliss, the local treatment center known colloquially as "The Diaper Spa." For the last five months, she had been getting diaper changes from other women who appreciated her and her independence. She could drop a big load in her diaper and have the size of her poop marveled at. If her diaper leaked, they would play...
Weekend At Becky's If you go down in the woods today, you're sure of a big surprise Part One: Brown Eyed Bears Okay, remember how my first scene ended with me throwing up on the camera? Not good, I hear you say. Not so fast, say I. Turns out this was not a career ending move, rather it's the scat equivalent of the money shot. Becky is on the phone and en...
Charlie's throat was sore from trying to scream to be let out. He had finally given up yelling, resigning to his fate as inhabiting his step-sister's gigantic behind. She had put some leggings on now, to keep him in place. Like her mother, her bottom was too big for any pants that could be bought at a store, only custom-made. Carmen strutted around with extr...
Michael stared blankly at the thin white plastic diaper in his hands. His drained dick was already getting excited again at the notion of wearing one after all these years, especially one full of the filth currently weighing down his white briefs. He suddenly heard a rubbery pop and looked up. James was donning a pair of disposable surgical gloves and threw...
I was washing my hands when the door to the ladies' room burst open and a woman in her late teens or early twenties entered. She did not wait for the door to close behind her before hiking up her denim miniskirt, exposing white cotton, rose-print panties with pale pink elastic. She ran for the nearest cubicle, her shoes clicking on the tiles, the clicking ec...