He did a very good job on her left feet. Eva retracted that leg and stretched the right one out on his laps. He dipped the brush in the paint bottle and continued painting her nails. He had become an expert in female body grooming, thanks to his mistress, Eva, who made sure she trained him well to serve her in every way possible. It was a day before the po...
Chapter 3: The Hunger Nancy was "riding the hairbrush." That's what she called it. She was lying on her bed, naked, on her back. Her feet were flat on the sheets, with her knees up and spread wide. Her right hand was holding on to the bristles of her plastic hair brush, with the round, ridged handled jammed deep into her pussy. She needed the stimulation t...
Chapter Eight: Moving on to my life at 'The Agency' Some Interesting New Things. It's 5:00pm sharp, we all must be present and ready to enter the eating area. As we all enter a small but purposeful eating area for us sissy girls, we first get a tray and a plate and mug or glass. The sissy maids who prepared our basic dinner have the food out for us. Today i...
'Where...am...I...' As my eyes slowly adapts to the bright light shining above me, I look around in attempt to assess the current situation I am in but to no avail. Apart from the single spotlight above my head, I was surrounded by darkness, bound to a chair with my hands tied behind the chair together and each ankle to each of the chair legs. Finally grasp...
Nordic woman learns to love BBC Ch. 1 -- True story, part one. This is a true story of a white Nordic woman in her early thirties who learned to love black cock. Names and some of the details have been changed to hide the identity of the people involved but the rest is told how it happened to me. * I did not sleep well. I was drunk. My head spun and I was...
He followed Chloe down the street. Her breasts bobbed up and down and anyone could see her panties. He had caught her that morning on her knees in her apartment after he had flown home early and now he was giving her what she wanted. He hadn't called her to tell her he was returning early from Frankfurt, thinking that he would surprise her, which is exactl...
I was relieved when the flight attendants finally opened the doors, allowing the passengers to disembark from the plane. The flight itself hadn't been too bad, but I was tired of sitting in one spot for so long and the prospect of being able to stretch my legs had me antsy. Grabbing my backpack from the overhead bin, I began shuffling forward. As I approac...
It is dark when I arrive at your house. I am already desperate to pee following your instructions to drink a pint of water before getting in my car. I hadn't wanted to, what if there are traffic problems? What if I can't wait the 40 minutes it takes to get to yours? Fear that the instruction of itself means you will deny me when I ask to go to the toilet. Bu...
Our bodies change as we hit middle-age, with bumps splodging out and heading south, and while I know I can still turn heads, and my fiancé thinks I'm gorgeous, I'm a size 10 and my body is pretty nifty for over fifty, my middle-aged body just isn't as firm as it used to be. The idea of being body-shamed by younger, prettier women is something I fantasize abo...
(This story is true. My Master and Husband, Sir Edward, has written several stories about my sexual adventures. They are posted here under his name. In this case, he instructed me to write the story of one of my latest adventures myself) We were at a nice nightclub/dance place in Pittsburgh. It was a Wednesday night not long ago, and on each Wednesday night...