Everyone in this story are over the age of 18! ***** 'What have I gotten myself into now?!' I think as I strain against the chains that hold me. I am 25 years old, and I have been abducted. I was thrown in a van and left in a dungeon. I have been here for hours. I know that there are other people around me, mostly women, but I can't see them. All of the su...
Your pussy tingles and you smile mischievously, whenever you recall this story... The FedEx man is at your door, requiring your signature, while holding the odd package. The package is flat, in shiny red paper wrapping, and as the driver turns it over while handing it to you, you see it is scripted in silver and labeled, "Your Pussy Leash Is Enclosed". You...
Luke was rushing around his empty classroom arranging desks and supplies. The bell would ring in a few minutes and he would begin teaching his first physiology class at Fairfax. He had been teaching for years, in many different schools, but he had never been more excited or nervous about meeting his new class then he was today. He had been working on his les...
I had been unemployed for eighteen months; due to the recession my previous employer decided to downsize and because I was 41 at the time, I was amongst the first to go. Finding another job at my age, considering the economic climate, was a nearly impossible task. My husband is a hard worker but his salary just wasn't enough to get us by, so we had been nibb...
I'm late. But he knew it might happen; I told him I wasn't punctual, so I don't worry too much. I wonder if he's being a good boy and getting ready for me. I told him I'd have no time to lose; I'd meet with him and spend the evening, maybe the night, if his cock pleased me enough. Yeah, I'm a bit obsessed with cocks. I like them big. Well, not exactly big,...
I am not a rich guy so I can't afford a four-wheeler. I can't afford a transport wench and a house wench like Jackson has either, or that bastard Smith who tells everybody who will listen that he has two transport wenches and two house wenches too. On work days, my transport wench straps on her leather sandals and her ball-gag, complete with a leather dr...
Shannon leaned her head against the cool shower tiles, enjoying the hot spray from the water. Slowly, she ran her hands along her perky 34B breasts, her eraser like nipples already erect from the hot mist and anticipation of what Sir may have in store for her. Slowly lowering her hands across her firm smooth stomach, she parted her legs, arching her tight, h...
This is the eighth in a series. It helps to read the other chapters first but is not critically necessary. Bodily functions, such as urination, defecation, and menstruation, are part of this story, as are caning and spanking, so if discussing any of those offends you, read no further. All characters are 18 or over. ***** Margaret Ames was truly enjoying he...
August 2000 "Hi..." "You look like Brian Santi, just like him." "Excuse me?" Heyden asked. "Oh. I'm sorry. I'm the bride's maid of honor..." Peyton tapped her card key replacement on the counter. "Peyton?" "Yep, that'd be me!" Peyton turned to leave. Heyden was reminder of the woman she saw chumming up to her this morning at breakfast. The same woman...
One of the bad things about renting a house is that the landlord can come over whenever he wants to inspect the property. Today was one of those inspections. Cindy had spent most of the morning tidying up the house so that her landlord would see that the place was being taken care of. Another good reason for the extra cleanliness was that Cindy and her husba...