(fictional story, WM/wf, AF/wm, AM/wm-nc, AF/AF/AM) Foreword: This story is a sequel to OH SHIT. OH SHIT is a sequel to TOILET SLAVE 2. TOILET SLAVE 2 is a sequel to TOILET SLAVE. This story is also a sequel to OH POO-POO, even though OH POO-POO is not a sequel to any other story. ### It was only last year that Steve had been a toilet slave in the ladies...
Author's Notes: (1) My FULL APOLOGIES for my goof in Chapter 7, which one of my readers pointed out. The woman who trained Johanna and who also gave Jackie the beating, was Gwen, NOT Yvette. Maybe Yvette is her middle name, but it's no excuse; I screwed up in the most amateur fashion, forgetting my own characters' names. (2) Chapter 8 is a setup chapter. T...
I met Davena when I joined a mobile phone company to do some temporary work in the summer. She was a permanent employee in the section next to mine. Here's a strange thing; she had a small body odour problem – not terrible, but noticeable. I tended to stay clear of her desk if I could, but as days went by I realised that she was nonetheless attractive, and...
It all started with Elaine when I was doing babysitting jobs for her every so often. My interest in her was aroused since I had seen her bending over in front of me one day and saw clearly her white panties through a pair of white shorts, showing the panty line over her buttocks and how it led down between her legs to where her vagina was. I always imagine...
It was 6 months ago today that Domina Kathryn accepted me as a personal slave in training. This had come after months of serving She who MUST BE OBEYED & WORSHIPPED. At the time She told me that there were many possible roles I could assume in the future ranging from a vanilla appearing husband to a fully transformed woman. I was told that it would take at l...
It had begun earnestly. Nervous, with a newfound erection-harder, longer than any before I had knelt and ate my own shit—and now sitting uncomfortably in my car, a mere thirty second walk from my Mistress' home, my eyes staring at a huge, suburban, middle-class house in one of the richest areas of my city, I hovered between the most intense fear and the mo...
Love it when my fuck hole gets to lick clean my cock after I've been up its asshole. So hot! Well, it's time to put my property back in its cage. "Crawl back to your cage, fuck hole" I said. "Yes Master" I cracked the whip on its nipples. It cowered as it crawled back to be locked up again. I needed to work on my suspension system. I wanted to be able t...
Dale's house, set back from a lonely dirt road just off I-78 out in rural Pennsylvania, was full of plaster and ceramic sculptures of wildlife. He had a workshop studio in his basement with sculpting tools and supplies, and he had long since converted his garage into a gallery and store. People would drive all the way from New York and Philadelphia to buy hi...
"I can't believe I'm doing this." Emily could only think about how fucked up her situation was right now. And all because she thought that one of the hottest chicks in her senior year had wanted to bang. Emily wasn't an ugly girl, far from it in fact. What she was lacking was confidence as a closeted lesbian. Short in stature and kind of boyish in physique...
Mr. Raj was waiting for us as we stepped out of the mansion. He'd brought out the smallest car in Madame´s fleet, a three-door mini Cooper with a special seat in the back meant for only one occupant. Given his massive frame, the front seats of the car were pushed all the way to the back, leaving little space for the legs of the back-seat occupant. "Hop into...