My land lady's knowing look held me transfixed. Quietly Mrs. Lehrer purred, "What are you?" A spasm of trembling shook my body before I could mew out, "I am a sub sissy slut, Mrs. Lehrer." "Hemmmmm," She hummed, "And what else are you slut?" Her voice was quiet, soothing, inquiring. "I am a wanton cum whore, Mrs. Lehrer," I admitted, blushing at such an a...
Disclaimer: All characters and events are purely fictional. All characters are at least 18 years of age. ***** It's 05:34 exactly and the sun has barely risen on this clear, crisp morning in early May. I'm gingerly making my way up the stairs, holding a breakfast tray in front of me, being careful not to spill its meticulously prepared contents. Eggs, sc...
Louise had frequent contact with the hospitals and regular clinics in the area, and beyond. In fact most of her clients were referred by the medical staff at those places, by the more progressive minded staff, anyway. A copy of an old letter from a doctor at Westport General had fallen from a folder onto the corridor and hence and found its way by chance int...
Sunday & Monday – The run up to our Grand Opening Dear readers: Apologies that this has taken almost a year to come! You may be totally confused this story. If so, please read the Piercing for NND sequences leading up to Sunday Evening. It might help you follow what is going on. SUNDAY AFTERNOON We spent the whole of Sunday morning clearing up from the n...
Maxine sat in a booth stroking her hair waiting for Ashley to bring her a drink from the bar. The Rovers was busy tonight. Some were regulars and some were unknown faces. Janice Battersby leaned on the gate to the bar talking to Betty. "God I wish I was young again" said Janice looking at the way dopey Maxine fawned over Ashley. "YOU!!" exclaimed Betty in...
The next morning I woke up untied and the door of the cell open. I get up and walk upstairs to find mommy in the kitchen. She tells me to go upstairs and take a shower and put on what she laid out for me. I go upstairs and walk into the bathroom, I strip naked and the door opens. Mommy walks in and bends me over she gently removes the butt plug. She kisses m...
The small sign on the door said Personal Service Bureau. Why Bureau? James thought. He knocked twice, as instructed. The tall woman who opened the door was disappointingly dressed, in jeans and a t-shirt, but she led him through another door into a shadowy reception area manned by a slim blond, wearing a revealing black mini-dress. Smiling, she asked him to...
This story is, in a sense, a continuation of my "The Performance" series. I have retained the same characters. However, I felt that the onstage theme needed a rest. I think that this story can stand on its own, but you are welcome to read "The Performance" stories for background. This story draws on some real experiences but is a work of fiction. Any resem...
It's been a while since Ellen and I first met David and Gloria. I related one of our early encounters in, 'The Second Time,' and since then our frequent meetings have taken many interesting and erotic twists and turns. Ellen and I are in our late forties and began our swinging lifestyle with David and Gloria. My wife is 5' 8'', a slim blonde who could easi...
We had spent the better part of 4 years planning, planting, building and growing the buffer zone around our house. Once upon a time we had lived far enough out not to have to worry about being naked in the backyard, but town was slowly encroaching and they were building a house near enough to ours, that the time had come. A row of trees then a grape arbor 10...