i was suddenly struck with the gravity of the situation. What was He going to ask me? i felt very small kneeling on the lawn. i didn't trust my voice. i could feel tears beginning to well up in my eyes. i clasped my hands together behind my back to stop them shaking. i felt unsteady on my knees facing T/them. There wasn't a smile between T/them. Andrew, Pa...
Slut had a hard time breathing as the train pulled into Chicago's Union Station. The new Sir would be there, but which Sir would he be? She'd served him a few times. Sometimes he was the caring Sir, would dig into her soul to understand her problems, and solve them one after another. Then usually at some point he would become the sadistic Sir. A dark anger w...
An 18-yr-old is trained by her high school teacher. ***** Slut in Training Part 1 It wasn't a coincidence that I always walked into class sucking on a lollipop. I also made sure I wore the most obscene thing I could get away with wearing. Mr. Dolan was always fighting my behaviors, telling me that I shouldn't dress the way that I did. He sent me to the of...
Note This story is not about consensual Bdsm, it is harsh, cruel and does not reflect the Bdsm community as a group. It is a fictional work from the mind of Whipsaw. ***** Prologue I am not sure when I stopped believing and gave up on life, humanity...and all of the other shit. Chapter One As I look around at my newly remodeled home, I am very pleased...
My daughter and my husband were out shopping, and I was eagerly anticipating a long evening to myself. Ali had just come home from college, having completed her first year, and she and Robert wanted to spend some father-daughter time together shopping. It was obvious that she was helping him pick out just the right gift for our 25th anniversary, which was on...
Swingerjoe recently wrote an alternate ending to One, Fifty or One Hundred. And it probably upset me as much as the original story upset swingerjoe if the speed at which he put out another story is any indication. I have, on occasion written an alternative, but now I am writing an alternative to an alternative. Something to fill in the blanks. Why? Well,...
© MiloXarts 2018 =================================== Dear Reader, thank you for following the story of Jenny! Thank you as well for all the comments I've got for this and all the previous parts! And last but not least, many thanks to WarEagle for editing and proofreading of this story! =================================== Chapter 1 "Mmmh," I moaned...
I'm prepared for this. I really am. I've been working on the presentation for a week. I know this material inside and out. Then why am I so nervous? Why am I'm hesitating outside his office? Even after my internal pep talk I can feel my palms are sweaty. I wipe them quickly on my pencil skirt, straighten the buttons of my blouse, and smooth back my hair, w...
As with all stories of this nature.... It's a dark and stormy night. Victoria is finishing up her first solo beat as a rookie cop. She gets a call from dispatch that there's a disturbance at the old abandoned mansion at the edge of town. She's pretty sure it's a hoax, and the night's been long. She thinks about ignoring the call and just calling it a night,...
The following story is a continuation of the story "Hitchhiking Slut" ***** "Come on out, now, Gigi!" Chuck stretched his hand out to take mine and pulled me out of the passenger seat. It had been a long ride to St. Clair and my pussy was already feeling worn out. Chuck had stopped along the side of the road a few times and used me to get his cock off and...