This is a standalone story in the 'Sissy Life' universe. You don't need to have read any of the other stories to enjoy this one, but it does fit with those in terms of characters & themes. Consider it a 'Rogue One'. ***** 'Congratulations! You've managed 50 whole days of proper service. I'm very proud of you. I knew re-focussing you by putting you in that...
Cecilia woke up with her head spinning. She'd never really had a hangover, but she imagined it would be something like this. Disoriented, and rather cold, she went to roll over and go back to sleep when her wrists tugged and were caught short of the movement by the leather cuffs locked in place. Not fully grasping the situation, she pulled hard on the restra...
Janette had a trying day at work. She came home feeling frustrated and out of sorts but didn't know what to do about it. She didn't feel like cooking dinner for Allan, so she just sat on the sofa with a drink and listlessly thumbed through a magazine. Allan was due home in a half hour and she would deal with dinner then. She was about through with the scotc...
Thank Y/you for reading and voting, again all comments are welcomed as well as any ideas Y/you would like me to give a try writing about. ________________________________________ She paces back and forth in the bedroom. Her breath quick and nervous. Why did she say that? What made her do it? The questions roll around in her mind. Her silky dinner dress s...
"Wakey wakey sleepy head." The sound of curtains being drawn open was accompanied by a blinding light as my bleary eyes blinked open. "Wha... What? Huh? Hello?" I struggled to come up with coherent words as my brain wasn't fully awake yet. "Good morning Rosie, I hope you slept well," said the same voice as before. "Umm... Yes. Who are you?" I asked. "My...
This story might have been true; it might have been imagined. I can't remember any more. I needed to write it, and there may yet be more to come. "But to truly surrender, unconditionally and totally, to the desires of another? How could you do that? What about the trust...' Her voice trailed off into a murmur, her eyes lifted to her friend sitting opposite...
Note: This complete story is fiction and there is no intention to identify anybody, place or activity in any way, shape or form. The first part is my original story 'finding a sub' with minor revisions. The second part is darker than the first part. Remember this is still complete fiction and is not intended as a training manual nor acceptable behaviour. P...
Chapter 4. Miss Pia, it will be an honour to be your slave. Rick was in his bedroom hurriedly searching through his travel bag for a collar. He had two, but as usual, trying to find things whilst in a rush was not working for him. Bloody Hell! Could he not at least sort through his bag when he returned from travelling instead of waiting till a moment like t...
The Original. Dear Sir.--The year 1886. The scene, a fashionable drawing-room. The time, 9 p.m. A tall, graceful woman, and a pretty girl of 18 or 19, are reading the latest fashion news. Looking at the clock. The elder of the two says, "Come, dear; It is time to dress for bed." One readily imagines the outburst of merriment with which the modern flapper...
Mark cleared the clothes from the table, he wanted a truly clear picture of Pete being used in the stockade, knowing he'd get some great footage for his website selling the stockade frames, it would help sell some more without giving away Pete's identity from the side view. But he'd also get some head on footage for posting on the internet should Pete fail t...