Sorry it has been so long for a new update to this story, I have been 'tied up' with life, you know how it goes. ***** Quite a few months have passed since I have been enrolled at Primpington Academy, almost a year. I seemed to be taking to this new lifestyle quite well. I was the top of all 8 of my classes that were required of the girls that matriculated...
Note: This story is the forty-fifth installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous forty-four episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter. This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I stro...
PART ONE: I never question her, ever. I hate having to clean her after she's been with him but I never talk back when she tells me to do it. I usually do it at the door as she returns home from a date. I do the best I can to imagine what it's like to be allowed to go down on her without his presence, without his cum all over her. I'd never tell her that; ne...
Hey guys. Sorry it's taken me so long. :) "He sang. We walked. We talked. We had a really good time." "That's so romantic!" Sabrina exclaimed dramatically around a mouthful of pancakes. "Oh hush up, Sabrina. It's not like that. And don't talk so loud. Santana's still sleeping." "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm getting a head of myself. You're not ready to a...
My wife Kate and I have been married for just over 10 years. We had a typical sex life up until about a year ago. I had always had a fantasy of watching Kate have sex with another man. Whenever I would mention this to Kate she would call me sick and say it was just an excuse for me to have sex with another woman also. I would tell her he that was not the cas...
When the doorbell rang I honestly thought I was hearing things, I'd lived in my apartment for two years and I don't think anybody had ever rang it before. It's not that I don't have any friends although if I'm being honest I don't have many, it's just that I live in a secure block and any visitors would ring the bell at ground level and then I would either c...
"You wanted to see me, Mr. Blake? I looked up at James Anderson with a hint of anger flaring in my eyes causing him to look down at his feet and take a step back from my desk. He was a smart kid but apparently math was more his thing as he was failing my twelfth grade English class. The boy was slight and pale skinned with fine, delicate features. He often...
"I'm Eric. At least I think I am. But these days thinking is not my foremost talent. Drinking is. I am an accomplished drinker-thinker. I marinate my mind. My brain is a pickle. It may have been yesterday that I saw Irene. It may have been the day before. Not that I care much. (Liar!) Ehm...I seem to care. An itch says that I do. But I drink some more and...
CHAPTER 2 – ROOMIES Before any plotting or planning to win the affections of her pretty bull girl, Kelly had to get settled in, and so turned with the rest of the group in search of a cozy bunk and a place to store her things. True to their nature, most of the other dickgirls had already begun pawing at one another and breaking off into tiny clicks with wh...
This is an absolutely true story taken from my life's journey as a Transsexual slave woman. I've lived full time for over twenty years now. -------------------------------------- As I write this my Mistress is in the bedroom with one of her many Black Bulls. Her screams of lust and orgasm reverberating through the house as he grunts and thrusts himself int...