Author's Note: First story… suggestions anyone? This story is about an 18 year old American boy how looked like a 14-year-old. He’s 5'10"foot, blond, blue eyes and physically fit. Both of his parents died a week before all this happened. His mom was in a car accident and died on impact. His father was shot in a drive by. A British family in London adopted Jake. He had no idea what was going to happen to him. ...
Well, maybe I had gone a bit too far! She certainly looked uncomfortable and the whines coming from behind the gag were somewhat plaintive. However, the pulley wheel only needed a few more turns to complete the exercise and she was not exactly in a position to stop me; so I continued. When we started she was in her crotchless skintight kid leather cat suit. As soon as I had added the very stringent single arm glove that locked her elbows and forearms touching behind her back, I forced her jaws wide apart around an open ring gag. Usually the next step was the boned corset and she seemed surprised when that didn’t happen. ...
Bill came home to find his wife dressed up “fit to kill.” She was all in black and it had all come from Victoria’s secret, except the shoes. Her lacy push up bra moved her spectacular chest up and out, putting her size C breasts on display. The waist cinch took her already small waist in a bit further and accentuated the curve of her hips. Black silken stockings attached to garters on the cinch and highlighted her long, slender legs, made even longer by the black patent five inch high heels that graced her feet. The thong at her crotch barely covered anything. ...
Author's Note: If you’re here for the ‘good stuff’ and not the story, then start at chapter 2. Enjoy. I’d love to hear your feedback. Chapter 1: Bad Brake Vanessa moaned in utter ecstasy, thrusting her hips against the vibrator buried deep in her pussy. She seductively rubbed her big, round tits and curled her toes as she writhed on the bed. Spent, she slumped back onto the silk sheets. After a moment, she brushed her long black hair out of her face and winked at the camera mounted on her desk in front of the bed. She blew it a kiss before getting up and turning it off. She glanced at the clock on the wall. ...
Part 1 Cammy Jones sat in the Wendy’s at the Airport Square shopping center across the parking lot where she worked (or slaved) as a stock person. She was 24 and thought back on her life and wondered what was next in store for her. When she was fourteen, living in Miami, her mother Sally left to stay with her Aunt Lisa in Philadelphia area due to a nervous breakdown caused by the abuse by her father Hector. Cammy was a Hispanic looking even though her mother was Caucasian. Her father was very strict and believed in corporal punishment. He would punish her by hitting her on her panty clothed rear with his belt. Because of this she never wore a bikini as he would not let her and she didn’t want anyone seeing her bruised butt. She was shy and had few friends as they were also scared of her father, who was a former freedom fighter. ...
Part 1 I have never been a very confident girl – my English father left us when I was very young, my Chinese mother always blamed me for that and never had a good word to say to me. Even though I was a pretty girl, with my mixed race looks, she always denigrated me and put me down, so I never believed it when people said nice things about me. I wear my black hair tomboy-short, have big, black-rimmed glasses to hide my face, and I always dress to disappear into the background, because I’m embarrassed by my curvaceous figure. I am bright, and left home to go to university at eighteen, moving as far away as possible, both physically and culturally – going from a small country village to the big city. I struggled for the first few months, unable to make friends and having to rent a squalid flat. I threw myself into my work and cried myself to sleep at night. And then I met the man who was going to change my life. ...
Chapter 1 As the three girls walked into the casino they where surprised. They had expected an unusual sight but not like this. The room was filled with the typical style of tables for gaming. But rather than the compliment of guests dressed in tired tuxedos or vacation wear, the crowd seemed to be made up of a sea of latex and leather. There wasn’t a single person in sight that wore anything other than tight fetish clothing. Gina looked at herself and her two friends, suddenly feeling very out of place. Wearing sundresses, the girls had expected to be overdressed for the crowd that was described to them. Instead, they felt like they where wearing overalls at a formal dance. ...
Author's Note: This is a great story and never got the credit it deserves. Christine was once again wandering the floor of the casino, still unable to find either of her friends, Maureen or Lisa. She thought she might try another change of clothes in the mean time. Gambling could be so boring sometimes especially when one was winning time after time after time. Lady luck and a good mind for probability can indeed give one a slight edge. So a little break in the scheme of things would be appropriate. In fact she looked forward to a new set of special clothes since her body was really becoming arousal by the unique feel of the fetish garb she was wearing. The black velvet cat suit was really something to purr about. Many times she caught herself rubbing and stroking herself as well as rubbing up against people she stood next to. They didn’t mind having such an exotic cat woman rubbing herself up against them, what man or free spirited woman would. A few times she even let a little sensuous meow echo from her lips. But it was all in fun, and it was about time to try something new. Maybe something in a bright red leather or shiny latex would do nicely. ...
“Is this your first time here?” the man behind the counter asked, examining the card. “Nicole?” “Yes, it is,” she said. “But two friends of mine are already members. Alex and Flora told me a little about it.” The man typed some numbers off of her card and entered them into the computer. “Your fully entered into our system, membership dues paid in full, and everything you need is in,” he said, handing her the card back. “Go on inside. Because this is your first time, you can pick up free chips at the courtesy counter. They can answer any other questions that you might have.” ...
Category: N/A Codes: F-f, latex, enema, pony, tricked In an obviously upscale office a beautiful and well dressed woman in her early 30’s is on the phone. “C’mon, c’mon, come ooooon pick up the phone”. “Center for deviate dreams miss deWilde speaking”. “Hello Miss deWilde this is Sharon Moreau speaking”. “Miss Moreau, how wonderful to hear from you again. It must be at least a month since your last visit, I was beginning to fear we might have lost you”. “Actually I think it’s closer to two months since my last visit. The end of the year is always an exceptionally hectic period at the firm and I just couldn’t find any time to slip away even for an hour or so in the weekend. Fortunately we have next week off to celebrate the holidays and charge our battery for the onslaught of January”. “Poor thing, that sounds like quite the ride you had there. So with next week off I’m guessing you would like to book a session somewhere next week, possibly a double one?”. “Yes miss deWilde, I definitely like to book a session for next week but I don’t think a double will cut it for me”. “Really?.. So what is it you are looking to book?”. “Well miss deWilde doesn’t your institute also offer a full domestic training course? That’s a full 7 days right and I would have the final weekend to ..”. “MISS MOREAU!, the full domestic training course isn’t something you just decide on a whim! That program is a lot more strict that your usual sessions. Besides it’s simply not feasible. That program would require fulltime trainers over the Christmas week and it requires the trainee to have a handler”. “Please, PLEASE, miss deWilde this isn’t just on a whim, I have been considering this request for almost two months now. The first few months of next year are already shaping up to be at least as intense as the last two which means that this will be my only session for months to come. I will gladly pay quadruple fee’s to compensate for your inconvenience over Christmas and Ivy has already accepted being my handler if I want to take this course. Please miss de Wilde, please”. “Miss Moreau I’m really not sure that you know what you are signing up for here and ..”. " I do, I do, sorry miss deWilde I really have to run to my next meeting now, I’ll be at the center Saturday 8am sharp to begin the course, please accept me". With that the well dressed woman in her 30’s puts down her phone, quickly gathered her notes and rushed off to her next meeting. ...