CHAPTER 9 SORORITY MAID I was awaken on Sunday morning, the day after Halloween day, by Marsha. The sun was barely coming in through the bedroom window, so I guessed it was 8:00 am. Cindy was still lying on top of me; my flaccid cock nestled tightly in her cunt. Marsha gently rolled Cindy off of me and then prodded me in the ribs. Her finger hit one of the...
"Be a good girl and stay here," said Daddy. "I really need a presence here, just a security factor, you know darling." "But Daddy, there's nothing to do and how long are you going to be?" I whined petulantly, smoothing my brown curly locks and admiring my superbly manicured nails. He fiddled with his briefcase and shaking his head turned to a filing cabine...
Author's note: This story is not so much about the adventures of Batgirl, but more about the developing sexuality of Barbara Gordon. It introduces several original characters, and is only loosely based on the comic book heroine. Enjoy! Warning! This story contains material of an adult nature and is intended for mature readers for personal use only. No copyr...
Locking Ben's cock inside her new Prince Albert chastity cage had been the highlight of Amy's week. When she closed her eyes she could still remember the feeling of control and the surge of sexual power that she'd felt as she'd rolled around on his beautiful white wool rug. Ben's eyes had betrayed his obvious obsession with her body and with her control of h...
Belinda returned to the lounge to find Kate making coffee. She seemed happy and excited and eager to please her host. Not surprisingly Kate hadn't released James from the padlocked box with the keys still lying on the coffee table "So Bel...," Kate announced, "I've come to ask your permission to be let out of chastity... just for tonight." She fidgeted exci...
Author's note: This is my first illustrated story submission. The kink is Dom Daddy/Little Girl and all characters are over the age of eighteen. Ratings and comments are welcome. I found her in my chair, fumbling with a jeweled butt plug. Except for reading glasses and thigh-high socks, what she should have been wearing was abandoned at her perfect littl...
You have had a tiring day, indeed a stressful week, and now sit in the colonial rocking chair, relaxing in front of the open fire - eyes closed. I stand behind you, alternately massaging your shoulders and gently stroking your hair, a kiss planted on your neck between ministrations. You hold my hand from time to time; your relaxing murmurs in harmony with th...
Steve was sharpening his sword Excaliber; the sound of the fine whetstone gliding over it relaxed him. He could see the reflection of his eyes in the shining blade. They were no longer the innocent eyes, that he had before he had discovered the QT device. He had seen too many horrible things since then, and committed horrible things in return. His eyes wer...
FAWC 2: The Stranger in the Park (Author's note: This story is a submission to the second Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge (FAWC). The true author of this story is kept anonymous, but will be revealed on August 16th, 2013, in the comments section following this story. Each story in this challenge is centered around a random determination of four "myster...
The end of my Third Story from my Mighty Mistress Mistress continues the story from her perspective. I let out another screech of wicked laughter as I roll out a large medical trolley. I have the contents of the tray covered with a silk sheet. I don't want him to see what lies beneath; instead I want the build up of adrenalin to continue. I can see that M...