A college PhD Professor becomes the foot slave to a beautiful Administrative Assistant. * I was pleased with the response that I received from individuals who read Part I of my true account of how I became a foot/shoe/boot slave to the Assistant to the Dean of Students at the university where I taught. Her name is Debbie and she still works for the same...
It's my birthday, never mind which one…I may be a horny, needy, painslut, but I'm still a lady and I wouldn't tell you if you asked. Since I'm an unattached sub, Three Doms that I play with have each offered a gift, and I have a feeling, it will be a birthday I will never forget. First there's Master Thomas, and believe me, this is a man knows his way aroun...
Gina stared sightlessly past X's shoulder and out the window. She sat in the passenger seat, feet pulled up in front of her, sucking her vape. A shiver ran through her at the memory of those ice-cold eyes. X sat in the other chair, studying her. "While a highly unusual dream," X pondered, "I think there are some flaws in your knowledge of medicine and gene...
Thank you for all of your kind notes and warm support for my previous stories. Please be aware that this story takes a little bit of time to develop, so please read with patience. I changed the age of the stepdaughter to appease the kind folks at Literotica.com ------------------------------------------- I have to say up front that I did not marry for mon...
It is the future all over the globe. After thousands of years of oppression women rose up and decided that they needed to take control. Little by little they organized themselves, and through combined political, economical and scientific efforts they decided to change the future of mankind. A new drug was stealthily taken by women that resulted in a signific...
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...
The building had a red brick facade with three large blacked out windows that were protected by thick rusty bars. The door was painted bright red with black oversized hardware. It was early morning, 5AM, a damp fog hung low muting any sound coming from the docks nearby. To my left, three seagulls sat on a gun barrel piling fluffing their wings to ward off th...
Sometimes it seems like I am 2 people. The public one, the one everyone sees zipping down our suburban street in my crossover, gathering groceries in my khaki skirt, strappy sandals and sensible blouse. The one with a smile for everyone and, I hope, a bright glint in my eye. But the other girl wants to come out. The naughty girl. The bad girl. The one that...
This is a work of fiction. No similarity to any real event is intended. All characters are over the age of 18. ________________ It was on a school trip - I was 18, and in my last year of school - that I first met Peggy. She went to a nearby girls' school, where she spent her time surrounded purely by girls. I was taking part in the communal dance, in wh...
The orders had been clear; he had sent her a text message with the name of the shop, the time and the explicit instruction to wear something slutty. As always, she did not disappoint. Standing beside a rack of shirts, he saw her enter the shop, looking around for him. She was in sky high heels, a tight black dress had gone to the extra effort of wearing shin...