She was to be naked, kneeling, ass high in the air when he came home. Her pony tail pulled up tight on her head. Cuffs on her wrists. Silent, Obedient, Wet. She heard you open the door and her heart began to pound. He took a while to climb the stairs – no doubt wanting to humiliate and expose her further – test her resolve to stay naked and still as he had...
At 8:15 the doorbell rang. The howled from upstairs "I'LL GET IT!!" And she thumped down the stairs and raced to the door her pigtails in Red ribbons bouncing and swaying the whole way. J chuckled and shouted from the bathroom as she rushed by. "I'll be out in a bit! Just gotta get dressed!" He walked to the bedroom to finish drying off and throw some clot...
Although we live in a forward thinking world, today, some still have mixed feelings about interracial relationships. If that sort of coupling offends you, read no further. This work is a fantasy that could become someone's reality, if the chance arrived. At first, I was frightened by the prospect of travelling to the island resort. I had never been very far...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know or own Asuka or Alexa Bliss or Bayley or Sasha Banks or any other former or current WWE women. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** Sasha Banks had heard your whole life flashes before you during a near death experience, and while this wasn't quite as bad it certainly felt like i...
"Well, what now?" I ask as you lead me back into the main bedroom, wondering even more than before exactly what you have in store for our little slave. "I was planning to switch the roles around a little." You say cryptically. "What?" I ask as I follow you back into the bedroom and help you tidy the bed up. "You mean you're going to be the slave instead of...
Author's note: This story takes place during season 2. *** The woman who called herself Amanda Clarke stared dumbfounded at her TV screen, unable to believe what she was hearing. It was true it might mean this nightmare was finally over... or it was just beginning. It all depended whether Emily Thorne, a.k.a. the real Amanda Clarke had done this, and if s...
Author's note: Thank you for all of the kind words from chapter one. There will probably be one more chapter after this, but there's also some other stories percolating, so the final chapter might be a while. * I woke up completely disoriented. Strange bed, strange sounds. I've always been a heavy sleeper, working a rotating shift of days and nights for ne...
-Will- The timeline has been updated, and is nearing completion little by little. I took the pill at seven and went to immediately get a fake I.D. from Chloe Matson who apparently still owes me a blowjob. By eight I was at the 'Sink' dancing on top of the bar like Zelda Fitzgerald and soon after taking pictures with a psycho. By nine I was with Kori and l...
Lorna is a very sexy woman, although when I tell her that, she coyly disagrees, and describes herself as being overweight. The US Public Health Service issues charts that describe the perfect weight for individuals, using only height as the criteria, and by their standards, Lorna is a little overweight because she weighs more than their ideal. This "ideal" w...
Susan comes home late after a showing a house to a new client. As soon as she walks in, I can tell she is frustrated by the way she throws down her purse and kicks off her pumps. "Oh god, that last one was such as asshole," she sighs. "Tough day?" I ask her. I'm in the kitchen, steaming vegetables and grilling a fish, and she walks over and pecks me on the...