I. Karen Karen pulled up to the house and tapped on the brake of her car with one absurdly high-heeled patent leather toe. With a last, surly growl the engine died as she twisted and removed the key from the ignition. The "hooker shoes," as she called them, were ludicrously impractical for just about anything, least of all driving, but she had chosen to giv...
Summary: Closet high school lesbian discovers her true self as Batgirl. Thanks to Rebecca, the famous artist whose artwork inspired and was used for this new series. Especially her series 'Housewives at Play', 'Teens at Play' and 'Hot Moms'. Thank you for access to your entire book catalogue as well as your website for this massive series. Also, thanks for...
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My alarm clock went off at 5 PM. I dragged myself out of bed and looked at the calendar on the wall. Yes, that was why I had to get up. I had made a note that my answering machine had recorded a call from The White House on Elm Street. I had an assignment tonight. So I tossed on my old gray sweatsuit and sandals and hopped in the car. Fortunately I was drivi...
The retired priest's residence looked not unlike a university dormitory – utilitarian and architecturally undistinguished. Two multi-storied wings extended from a central tower that overlooked a large courtyard. Spotlights illuminated the cross affixed to the peak of the tower. Kat drove slowly past the residence and parked several streets away. At this hou...
The sun was shining through the window as I heard the door open behind me and soft footfalls walking to my bedside. I realized that I was still on my belly and though my butt had stopped its throbbing, it still felt swollen and sore. The girl entering the room was one and the same with the angel of mercy who had massaged my sore and swollen flesh before g...
The two women finished their shower and exited the cubicle. The act of taking separate towels and drying off distanced them from the intimacy they had just shared in the shower. They had washed off all evidence of the carnage that took place on the planet below. Now, barely over an Earth-day later, Daniels, the new Captain of the USCSS Covenant, and the only...
Wherein I demonstrate the importance of rigorous and intentional conditioning of a slave for complete service. As I explained in the first part of this story, I do not often rely on chastity devices these days to control N's sexual behaviors, though that wasn't always the case as I'll explain shortly. I mostly rely on the "honor system" - by which I mean an...
3 - The Test Drive "That looks good Sabrina. Very, very good." "Thank you, and good morning," Sabrina replied softly. She smirked at the way Monica was staring. It was all very familiar for her - things had been much the same during her early days at lab. Those who held power over her took pleasure in dressing her up and walking her around. The costume sh...
Martin walked down the hallway at a brisk pace. Walking with a bit of exaggerated hip movement and fingers out palms down, just in case somebody was monitoring him. He had adapted quickly to walking this way and had found it not too difficult since his daily treadmill walks were done the same way. The walk was cute for others to watch, but Martin felt silly...