Recently I've been adapting to my little exhibitionist side, like purposely getting desperate in public and hiding it. I try to avoid public bathrooms which increases the difficulty of being unnoticed. So for the past few months, I've been doing this little "game" of unnoticed desperation, I also wore a extra pairs of pants sometimes or one in my purse for u...
[This guide discusses bodily functions in a tasteful manner but those offended by them should read no further.] For Jen and Megs, who do understand Many dominants do not employ toilet restriction as a disciplinary tool but those who do recognize its effectiveness in changing behavior of submissives for the better. In some circles it may even be derided as...
It was last year: I had just started my new job and had just gotten engaged to be married. I am a young professional woman just out of school, and at the time of this story I was 27 years old. I was excited about getting married and starting my career, but I had something to do before I got married. Little did I know that I would continue doing it after my m...
It is rather interesting that my first story about my panty sniffing habits on this site starts with the most recent encounter instead of the very first encounter. However, as this is the freshest memory in my mind, it is fitting that this short encounter be the first to be posted. I will post the rest of my countless panty sniffing adventures in time to com...
Sam had been single for two years, without so much as a drunken make-out session at a party. All the girls that he knew were single. Suddenly, when his friend Julie’s boyfriend moved to the other side of the country, Julie announced that she was breaking romantic ties with the now cross-country guy. Now, from talking to her now ex-boyfriend several times in...
Cammie Sandrith lie awake in the dark of the night listening. She heard the gurgling at last, long after she had started listening for it. It was late, after two in the morning, and she had woken almost instantly when someone closed the door to the bathroom just down the hall. From the sound of the footfalls on the linoleum, it was her son, Roger, back for t...
As is typical for me, this story is a work in progress. Not much has been fleshed out just yet. Updates will most likely be spontaneous and irregular, so watch this space. I've created an online suggestion box [at https://poll.ly/#/LBeYMr9X] for characters you'd like to see. Don't be shy. It can be as mundane or as wild and wacky as you want. My only rules a...
[Author's Note: This story follows on after Madhuri's Manoeuvre and Madhuri's Project. It stands on its own but read those two to catch up on how Madhuri came back into Romeo's stable. ] Madhuri reached behind her neck, baring her smoothly shaved armpits to the mirror and tied the strap of her gown with slow care. The thin noodle straps that went down to th...
Note: "This writer does not mean to imply that just because you are fat, old, short, and/or ugly that you are not popular, hot, and/or do not have love in your life. Except for Paris Hilton and Lindsay Lohan, who are just idiots, we are all uniquely different and special individuals." * There was something in the air that night as Wendy drifted off to slee...
Warning- the following contains elements of bloodsport, watersport, scat, menstruation and noncon/reluc, as well as derogatory racial, ethnical and religious references. If any of this offends you--go on, read the story, you know you want to, so you can leave a snarky comment and drop a one-bomb. All participants are over the age of 18 years. All character...