This is a continuing story about a young college coed who makes a bet with her longtime rival. She soon learns that her bitchy attitude and a stupid bet is costing more than a bit of humiliation, and has taken over her life as well as her sister's and her best friends lives. I normally add a synopsis of each chapter here but if you haven't read the previou...
This is part two of "Pet Needs Good Home" but I believe it needed the title "Pet has good home." * The same Saturday around Noon Leading my new slave up the stairs to my new slave quarters, I plan how I will use her, what I will do to her. She's following meekly. I can hear the masses of stainless steel collars, bracelets, and anklets permanently on her c...
kat knelt naked at the front door glancing at the clock as she waited. He would be home any minute and she felt her breaths begin to come faster. She looked down making certain her thighs were spread wide apart and her breasts high. She could already feel the wetness between her legs growing and smiled to herself as she watched her nipples harden and stand e...
Chapter 4 – Caged Confined to her cell, Melissa's emotions flooded to the surface. She paced the length of the cell to the wall, then back towards the locked door. She grabbed the inner bars and futilely shook them as if that was going to bring her closer to freedom. "I don't believe this" – thought Melissa – "How can they just take my life away from me l...
I catch you in my car. This displeases me. I see an opportunity to turn displeasure into pleasure, and I use the opportunity regardless of your wishes. After all, you were in my car. You hold out your hands upon my insistence with my knife, and athletic tape binds your wrists behind you and your ankles together. A large weightlifting belt around your torso,...
Late on a snowy Friday night in March, I sit in my darkened living room wearing an over-sized sweater and sweatpants with socks. Two browser windows open on my laptop - one showing porn videos and the other set to my favorite chat website. My left hand casually slides under my sweater and my fingers begin to tease my right nipple until it is hard and elongat...
For as long as Peter could remember, he'd liked wearing women's underwear. Now in his mid 20s, he wore his own panties every day. He got them in UK size 8 or 10, and always made in Lycra so that they gripped his groin, bottom and testicles nice and hard. Usually black but sometimes white. Over the past year he'd been exploring other items of feminine underwe...
My appointment was for 9.00 am. Janek said that I should look in the garden if I did not get an answer from the front door and to try the garden shed room, this would amuse me while I was waiting. I went round the back of the house and I could hear a sound in the garden shed. The windows were pretty dirty and I couldn't see inside so I pushed open the door...
Quietly and smoothly, she pads into his study, tired from a long day at work, but happy to be home. Walking up to his chair where he is sitting working on his computer, she kneels down quietly, her face downcast as she waits. Patiently she waits, resting on her heels as he continues working, intent on his project. She startles slightly at the sound of his vo...
For what felt like hours, I was left with only the sound of my breath to keep me company. Lacking even vision - which had been stolen from me by the soft embrace of padded leather set over my eyes - any sense of time was diluted, extended, made utterly meaningless. I could hardly recall the details of the chamber I'd been brought to, so lost was I in the dar...