Ilsa, She-Bitch of the SS NOTE: is you just wanna get to the nasty stuff, you can skip the marked-off section that deals with the background and set-up... * * * * * The Premise: XXX-Women After founding the original X-Men, Professor X was often found to be missing or believed to be dead or off on some secret mission he told no-one about. In truth, Profe...
*** A note to my readers: I make mention of Kinbaku in this chapter. (I am sure many of are, at least in some way, familiar with this form of bondage.) Since I write for you, my readers, if only ONE of you would like for me to write a chapter on this, please let me know and I will do so. However, it will come in a later chapter and not immediately. Without...
My mind was still racing as I walked slowly across the street. I looked at my watch. It was only 1:15 pm. So much had happened in one day. First, I had found out that my best friend and fellow suburban mom and housewife, Karen Higgins, was secretly serving as a sex slave to a man named Kevin Wilson. Her master, who happened to be a plumber, had showed up...
In the mansion on the tip top of the hill, the Stone family dwelled in chaotic turmoil, every member in their own personal hell, overwhelmed with worry for Diago. Dorian was over come with guilt, he knew all about loss, his very own brother had committed suicide after killing his wife and trying to kill his son. He had been consumed with guilt over his sui...
My name is Jan, and those of you who know me in real life know me as a professional woman, a wife, mother, volunteer in and leader of youth groups and every sort of school or church related activity, the perfect image of wife and mother. I am 46 years old, with red shoulder length hair that went curly with my second pregnancy, blue eyes that are striped with...
She was thin, almost mousy. An outdated page-boy haircut of jet-black hair, over an oval face. Deep, brown eyes, pouty lips. She wasn't gorgeous, but hardly repulsive, just someone you would meet and immediately forget. She was five foot six, again, average. Small breasts, a bit of an ass, basically plain. At forty three she was resigned to the fact that Mr...
The next morning I told BJ that even though it was a Sunday, one of the days that I told her would always be a party day, she could look forward to a quiet night with just me. She gave me a look that said, "Yeah, right! What kind of shit are you going to pull on me now." "Okay, you're right, I do have an ulterior motive. I told you that you could make plans...
The first time I visited The Farm I was around fourteen and on a retreat with our youth group. The big, old farmhouse and surrounding property are owned by a local church and rented out for retreats of all kinds. There is no actual "farm" per se, meaning the house isn't surrounded by fields, but it is very secluded and surrounded mostly by forest. After that...
Alone in her place of darkness she stares into the space. Alone in the room with the candles burning, creating shadows that dance on the ceiling. The winds and rains beat softly against the windows. She's a true woman, long black hair, milk white skin, well formed breasts and no bra. Black lace gown and panties. From the distance a wolf calls. The blade craw...
It was two days prior to by 3-week post-operative check-up from my tubal ligation surgery when Mark was scheduled for 2 weeks worth of out of town work. What a drag, I thought to myself, we were very likely to get the go ahead to resume sex and he has to leave. I was really bummed out by the news and the thought of two more weeks of waiting. After all the wa...