[You will likely enjoy this story more if you have read the previous instalments. Please do not read further if you are upset by bodily functions. All characters are over 18 years old.] Janet Saunders finally returned to her apartment that evening still reeling from the humiliation of being punished by Principal Crawford in front of a fellow teacher, Vale...
My bladder felt like it was about to explode, but I only had 40 minutes to go. Master lay beside me in the king sized bed we shared, my filthy cage in the corner of our bedroom a reminder of nights of misbehaviour. As Master's personal piss slave, I was forbidden bathroom privileges between 9 pm and 7 am. This often meant occasional nights of tossing silentl...
Three quick raps on her door jolted Lily out of her focused state. Hours spent in front of her computer and she was no closer to finding where she'd gone wrong. Throwing on a shirt and smoothing out her hair, she opened the door to her apartment with a wan smile. "Are you Selene...Fakename?" the delivery man asked, raising an eyebrow. He held a package wrap...
Aaron laid flat on the bed in nothing but his soaked pink diaper. A blue cotton towel rested under him, protecting the sheets from his dampness. Helen was digging in the closet again. The memories of his accident at work ran through his mind. He couldn't believe that had happened. It still felt like a dream. And what the hell was up with Addison? Helen sudd...
Over the next few days I removed most of my male clothing from the house and donated it to Goodwill. I met Wendy as she got out of work each day and we went shopping. The first time was for regular clothing. Skirts, dresses and blouses, leggings and shoes and regular lady's sportswear. Thursday it was lingerie night. I ended up with multiple bras and camiso...
As Kala took a break from decorating the Christmas tree in her classroom, she looked outside onto the snow of that late November morning, and embraced the joy from the beginning of the holiday time. She crossed her soft milky white arms, almost as if she was giving herself a hug. She closed her beautiful hazel eyes, and let the spirit of Christmas overtake h...
I am one of several slaves my Mistress Marisa keeps in her household. I am completely owned as are the other slaves that serve her. These episodes are written with her permission. It is my, our story... ******************************** "Oh my!!!" You enter the room and see me in my cage. "Gone one fucking night and you can't control yourself. Good thi...
We all have stories of how we met our significant others. But while most of those stories of typical rom-com material, my story is quite different. I had just moved to the city for my new job at a guitar company, was getting along well with my colleagues, and was looking forward to the future. For once I found my calling: getting musical instruments into the...
Rachel quietly reached over and started rubbing my crotch. I quickly became hard under her persistent hand. The movie provided enough distractions for the other movie goers that no one noticed her boldness. She lightly stroked my cock captivated my by jeans. I struggled not to make a sound so as not to give the act away. Rachel had a way of finding just the...
When I was in college I would often sleep over at my friend Bill's house. I liked going over there because his mom was very friendly and she always had ideas for fun things to do. Mrs. Nelson was a big, healthy Minnesotan who spoke like they do up there with the weird way they pronounce "o"s like the Canadians. She had a cute face with a turned up nose and s...