CHAPTER 6 -- TRAINING A NEW SLAVE The caravan of Governor Glaoui was preparing to leave Casablanca for the oasis of Ouarzazate. Among the many retainers and servants mounted on donkeys and camels, the Governor's elaborate wagon stood out as a touch of luxury. Next to it in magnificence was a gilded wagon, painted with red and blue decorations, and closely c...
(Note: This story takes place a few months after "Betty's Photo Shoot," although it's not necessary to read it before this one.) * For a few months after the issue with my photoshoot came out, I could barely walk around campus without feeling guys staring at me. I'm pretty shy, and the fact that so many of my classmates had seen my whole naked backside and...
Chapter 33 – Renee does Playboy. Ellen The photographer and set that Renee was to use for Playboy were in Chicago, right near the Playboy mansion. Renee and Ellen were there three days, and most of that time from nine in the morning to six or seven at night, Renee told us she was either naked or wearing some frilly piece of lingerie that wasn't too differe...
Monday morning I pampered myself after I'd seen Randy off to work and took the kids to my sister's for the day. Randy had sex with me the previous night. He was hornier than usual, in anticipation of the three-way he had planned for me later in the week. Although a day hadn't been set; he hadn't even talked to Manny yet. I wasn't feeling quite as horny as...
We meet in a bar, me, my best sissyboy painslut & you. We are all dressed in everyday office attire; you boys look so professional in your suits. I have on a tight white blouse which strains a little at the buttons, the sheer lace of my bra clearly showing through; a straight black skirt, net stockings & heeled patent black pumps. There are other such groups...
(There is some advantage in reading earlier chapters but you don't really need to if you want to just jump in here.) * I knew that my friend Janet was likely to be desperately in need of some serious sexual adventures. As you may have heard about her, she had been left alone by her husband for many months. We'd talked so many times about their lack of int...
The place was a whispered myth he had always thought growing up. A tavern far from the roads, hidden on a cliff overlooking the West ocean. It made no sense, why would you have a tavern.. a wealthy one that no one could find? As an adult he understood, the tavern was a meeting place for those who had no wish to be seen together. For those with power and weal...
It had been almost ten years since Nell Capuano had flown. Needless to say, the hassle and aggravation involved had multiplied exponentially since then. She'd mustered the gusto to weather the two delays, the insidiously invasive security measures, even the baby three rows back that cried all through take off. Once they were finally up, flying east across A...
Authoress' notes: This is a(nother) sequel to the Imperial Prostitute series. I know I'll get a lot of negative feedback on this story, but I don't care. I really enjoy writing this, especially the character Ta'tan'ia. If you don't want to read it, don't. I really, really want to end this series, as I do feel as though it's going on too long. However, beside...
3 days later the doctor confirmed my pregnancy. When mum phoned from America I couldn't bring myself to tell her the news. I made Andrew keep quiet about it, but he wasn't happy. I spent days thinking of what was to become of my life. I was fine dishing out advice to Lucy a few months ago. But now I was pregnant I wasn't really sure what to tell myself. And...