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Authors note: It's been five years or so since my last published effort. I hope you enjoy this first part. Part 2 is already being written and will try to soften the bad karma from part 1. Life is Full of Choices Part 1 As I had always said to myself, once I graduated high school, Hillstown would only ever be a memory for me. A glance in the rear view mirror of my '89 Toyota and that would be it. My trailer trash step-mom and my three idiot half-sisters could stay in the trailer park for evermore for all I cared. Hell, they probably didn't even know I had gone, let alone graduated from high school. As for me dad, he was just a distant memory, having been killed in a bar fight 10 years ago. I never knew any of his family except they were somewhere in England. Yes, I was alone in the world but it didn't bother me. I was going to the big city and it was going to be an exciting year. I knew the best money to be made was in waiting tables, so that's what I found for myself in Chicago. Well, I didn't actually make it to wait staff in the big city. Those jobs were for the girls and the more "polished" fellows. I was 19 but looked more like 14 and so maybe I was fooling myself thinking I could land a decent waiter job. I did land a busboy job though on my first day in town not far from my apartment. Yes, that's right - my apartment. I had saved up enough money in high school to get the first 2 months rent in for a small loft near the tracks. It wasn't much, it was noisy, but it was mine. I worked my ass off which was easy enough for me to do, and was lucky enough to pull 3 or 4 double shifts a week. They liked my work ethic at the diner and I was making close to $10 an hour. Life was looking up. At the current rate, I could keep saving carefully and would be able to afford a nicer place to live within a few months. Little did I know just how soon that opportunity would come. There were lots of great looking women who ate at the diner. Most of these women were from the business offices around our restaurant and were quite a bit older than me - mostly in their 30's and 40's I would say. Too much older and sophisticated for me anyway. Who was I kidding? Hell I was all of 115 pounds and maybe 5'4" in my tennis shoes. Women of no age gave me much attention. It was no big thing though. It had always been like that and I was used to it. Someday things were going to change for me, I just knew it. One Thursday about 4 weeks since I had been there, things did change. Sort of change anyway. A woman in the diner winked at me. She was a cute brunette in a nice business suit eating lunch with what seemed like an office-mate or a friend. I hadn't paid her much attention - she was just one of hundreds of women who came in for lunch to our diner. I had been walking by her table to clear another table when our eyes met for a brief second and that's when she winked. She had motioned me over to her with her hand, and I bent down a little. "Yes Ma'am?" In a hushed but friendly tone, she smiled and said, "You're really cute!" I didn't know what to say. Women didn't say this to me. "Ah, umm. Thanks." "Call me, okay? I'd like to see you again." She put a piece of paper into the pocket of my busboy coat, then turned back to her conversation with her tablemate. My heart started beating faster mostly after it all happened. I kept going to the table I had to clean and replayed what just happened over and over in my mind. And for the rest of the shift too. I didn't get to see her leave since I was so busy tending tables, but she was all I could think of. There was a funny feeling in my chest. Maybe puppy love, lust, excitement, anticipation, maybe them all combined. God I loved the big city! I chose not to take the double shift and literally ran home to call this woman. Except for a quick trip to the bathroom, I made a beeline for the phone. It rang three times before I heard her voice. "Hello." "Hi. Umm. You, I mean, I, ahh, saw you at the diner today a lunch and..." She cut me off excitedly, "oh yes, thank you so much for calling. It is so very good to hear from you. You were just so cute and adorable I couldn't let you get away." I let out an involuntary nervous chuckle; I hoped she didn't hear it. "I'm Melissa by the way, what's your name?" "Tim." "Tim, that's a great name! Short and sweet!" I wasn't thrilled at the short and sweet commentary but hey, she was being nice. "Umm, thanks. I like your name too." Damn, I was clueless. "Thank you sweetie, that's so nice of you to say". Sweetie? This is sounding promising. I had never been with a woman before and I had no idea why she was interested in me but hey. She was interested in me! "So I was thinking, would you like to go out with me tomorrow night?" My heart almost burst out of my throat. "Yes, that's awesome! I mean, you are so attractive, and um, I'd absolutely love to see you again." I stumbled out trying to be romantic. We talked just a bit longer and she gave me directions to get to her home, yes home in a decent part of town. We said our goodbyes, then I hung up the phone. I was so excited I didn't know what to do. This was so awesome! I had never expected something like this so soon. I thought maybe in a couple of years, and then even maybe. My sleep was restless at best that night, but thankfully the day went fast. After work, I showered and dressed in the best slacks and shirt I had. I actually drove very careful that evening. I was a virgin and did not want to die that way. The directions were perfect, and after a short 15 minute drive, I rang her doorbell at precisely 7 pm. I didn't have to wait long as she opened the door quickly. My eyes met hers but I was drawn in by the large warm smile. "Come in Tim, It's so wonderful to see you again," she said as she took my hand and led me inside her home. I didn't remember her being so short, but then again, I only saw her sitting. She was maybe 5 foot tall and didn't bother wearing heels. Melissa was even nicer looking than I had remembered, and dressed in a sleeveless and body-hugging black dress. Her home was very nice, and well appointed with good quality furniture and decorations. It was then I realized I didn't even know what she did for a living. It must be something that pays well, that's for sure. I started to get nervous thinking about this and wondering why in the world she would be interested in a busboy my age, easily 10 years younger than her. After a quick tour of her home during which I kept giving her compliments on her taste and decorating skill, she led me to a dining table. The candlelit table was already prepared, and had the salad and wine already served. We sat and she made a toast to us, and to new experiences. We ate our multi-course meal and got to know each other remarkably well over the course of an hour. She learned basically everything about my past in about 10 minutes, and we spent the rest of the time on her. As in turned out, Melissa was also estranged from her family. Maybe that is why she was attracted to me I thought. She came from a very rough home and didn't want to talk about it except that she ran away at age 16 and started a new life. She was able to work herself thru a GED and then college while working. She earned a degree in marketing and has successfully progressed in a large advertising agency over the last 7 years. She just turned 30 a few weeks ago, has never been married, and is tired of dating men who are controlling and just plain inconsiderate. That's one reason, she explained, she was so attracted to me. She said I looked very gentle and sweet. Plus, from the moment she saw me, she knew she wanted to have me. "As soon you're done clearing the dishes, I am going to fuck you Tim," she said in an eerily calm and controlling manner. Who was I to complain though? I was going to have sex! Oh my god this was great! My virginity was soon to be a thing of the past. And fuck me she did. Not ten seconds after I finished clearing the table, she pulled me into her bedroom, stripped and then got into bed. Her body was gorgeous and I was mesmerized by her. I quickly undressed also and followed her lead into bed. Melissa was not wasting any time and impaled herself on top of me without any foreplay at all. She kept talking the whole time as she grinded herself on top of me. Her vagina was very warm and wet but not as tight as I would have imagined. I thought my dick was of "average" size so I figured she must just be "experienced", which made sense considering her age. Her shoulder- length hair swept across my face as she leaned forward, as she screamed in ecstasy in my ears as we both came. Bliss. Utter bliss. She stayed on top of me relishing the closeness. I tired to hug her but she kept escaping and preferred my hands and arms to be on the inside of hers. It wasn't exactly the manly sex I had envisioned, but then again, it was very fun. We later watched a movie, had sex again the same way, but on the couch this time, then I went home, truly spent. Saturday night and Sunday were basically repeats with me going over to her home, and having lots of sex. She said she loved being with me and I am what she's always wanted. One night she even cried on my shoulder after telling me she was abused as a child and really appreciated my gentle qualities. She told me how she was going to enjoy fucking me and that I was going to have a lot of sex! Before I knew it, I was spending most evenings at her house after work. I even started working the breakfast- lunch shift instead so I could make it to her house to cook dinner for her. Melissa only went to my apartment once, and was not interested in staying. She wasn't rude about it, but I could tell she didn't like it there. Believe it or not I was a decent cook, having had to fend for myself as well as my experience as a part-time short-order cook back in Hicksville or wherever that place was. One Friday night about 2 weeks into our steamy relationship I was busy preparing our dinner once again when she came home. "Hi sweetheart" I yelled out to her as she went straight to her bedroom to get out of her work clothes. She must not have heard me though as she said nothing in return. My focus went back to the low fat lasagna I was preparing. I knew she was going to love this meal! It wasn't but a few minutes later I heard the clicking of her heels against the hard word floor behind me. I couldn't turn because I was still busy putting the lasagna together. I heard and felt her walk up right behind me and then I next felt he tying something around my neck and then also around my waist. I looked down to see she had put a very feminine pinafore apron around me. "Sweetheart, what are you doing?" I asked with an unmistakable hint of annoyance in my voice. "Get this ridiculous thing off of me." "Why don't you shut the fuck up and finish cooking my dinner," she said with an aggressiveness I hadn't expected and then to snuggly tie my waist bow for emphasis. I put down what I was doing and turned to her with a challenging expression on my face. Before I could get a word out, she stormed right up into my face. "Don't you dare give me those eyes. Ever!" She slapped me right there, hard, across my face. In a flash she was on my again, and before I could react, she slapped me again. My head spun to the side as she grabbed the hair on the back of my head and forced marched me out of the kitchen. I could only see the ceiling as she brought me into her bedroom then yanked me down across her lap as she sat. Melissa then grabbed my right arm and twisted it high up behind my back with her other hand. "Don't you ever, EVER, disrespect me like that again!" she boiled angrily at me as she released my hair and twisted both my wrists up behind me with one hand. "But... I umm was only..." I tried to explain but was cut off as she smacked my butt hard with her hand. "You will learn to behave yourself and respect me, even if takes me beating the hell out of you. Smack. Smack." She continued spanking me with abandon. "You are going to learn to be obedient! Do I make myself clear!? Smack." She asked, awaiting my answer. "Okay, okay, gees, alright!" I cried out through my tears. Through the stinging pain, I finally realized just how insane she was. Fearing more spankings though, I held my tongue. In my thoughts I wanted to tell her to go to hell and that I thought she was the craziest, and out of control woman I've ever met. I knew though that I couldn't even look at her wrong unless I wanted to get spanked longer, so I simply looked down at the floor, knowing there was nothing I could do. At least for now anyway. My submission though didn't seem to satisfy her one bit. If anything, she only fumed more. Pulling my hair tight again, she lifted me off of her lap and stood me up in front of her. Her face was beet red, her nostrils fully flared and she was cursing like a drunk Marine as she recklessly undressed me, almost frothing at the mouth as she degraded me. I hadn't felt like this since I was a little child, so helpless, and without appeal. Completely naked, she shoved me onto her bed and jumped on top of me, slapping me across the face until I was crying like a child once again. I was pretty ashamed and that only added to my lack of willpower to fight back. Getting off the bed I just laid there frozen, not knowing what to do. A few seconds later, I felt my whole body yanked downwards on the bed and before I knew what was going on, she had cuffed my ankles to the bedpost. The fear had now fully taken hold of me and I remained motionless like a deer in the headlights. Melissa deftly took each of my wrists and cuffed them to the bed without any resistance on my part. Reaching up under her skirt, she next pulled her pantyhose and panties off. Balling up her panties in her hands, she walked up to my head and shoved them into my mouth, tying them in with the pantyhose wrapped tightly around my head. I could just barely keep up with her tirade; she was talking so fast and wildly paced around the room. She ranted and raved about men and how they always don't treat her right. After a lot more cursing, she yelled at the top of her voice that she's tired of the abuse and isn't going to take it anymore. With that she jumped back onto the bed and resumed slapping me over and over in the face well beyond the point I thought I could take. Finally getting off me, she stormed out of the room, leaving in a pile of tears and despair. Returning in just a few moments, she had a large knife in her hand. I trembled, thinking this was my last moment of life. Instead of plunging in into me as expected, she picked up my clothes and violently shred them all with the large kitchen knife and let them drop into a pile on the floor. Finishing this, she finally seemed to slowly settle down while starring at me. She left one more time and returned without delay. Walking up to my head, I turned to look at her. "Life is full of choices. Sometimes difficult choices." "Right now, you need to calm down and get to pick between a full glass of whiskey or a handful of muscle relaxers and a little valium," she showed me the choices in her hands. Me calm down! This bitch certainly had it backwards. The whiskey was a very large glass, and I knew it would likely make me very sick. Plus I hated whiskey. Knowing I could not refuse her, I motioned towards the pills. She was able to follow my eyes to the pills. Taking my gag off momentarily I took the pills down, having to wash it down with just a little of the whiskey even though I hated it. So much for choice I thought. The panty gag went back in, and the lights went out as she exited the room. This time she did not return. I must have fallen asleep as I felt her shaking me when I came to. I was no longer bound to the bed, and I felt extremely weak and groggy. Melissa pulled me upright and then stood in front of me, holding my shoulders firmly. I stood there in front of her looking stupid and was essentially helpless with my hands cuffed now behind my back. I guess she must have done that while I was knocked out. "Like I was saying earlier before you so rudely fell asleep, it's time for you to start making some choices sweetie. Important choices. I am always going to give you 2 choices to pick from. If you fail to answer me, I will have to assume you have decided on both. Remember though, everything that happens to you from here on out is due to something you have chosen for yourself. I am merely giving you what you want." This chick was so freaking bizarre all I could think of was how I was going to get the hell out of here and away from her. "Whatever," I stupidly answered before I realized she was going to be pissed. It must have been the Valium loosening my brain up. "Whatever huh?" She did not look as pleased as her voice rose. Then she laughed. A sinister, cruel, gut-turning laugh. "Whatever sounds good to me too." Without warning she slapped me hard, making my head spin. Damn this woman liked to slap the shit out of me. "Don't you EVER talk to me like that!" She steamed, "I thought I had made that perfectly clear earlier! You will learn to speak to me with deference. That means you dumb piece of trailer trash, that you will say "yes Ma'am, or no Ma'am", and always, I mean always use "please, thank you and your welcome". Do I make myself understood?!" She said with her brows furrowed threateningly at me. "Yes Ma'am, Thank you Ma'am" I replied, humiliated beyond belief at being so dominated by this petite woman. "Good, now that we have that clear, I had said you will get to make many choices in the days ahead because I do relish your right to choose freely don't you?" Lousy hypocritical lunatic! Choose freely my ass, I thought, unable to verbalize with her panties still gagging me. "Would you like to be spanked 25 times with my hands or 10 times with this paddle?" she asked, producing a large black paddle. "Oh, and before you decide, you are going to be spanked daily for the next month". Spanked again! Are you kidding. I let out a muffled groan. She had to be kidding. I looked her in the eyes and found that she wasn't kidding. There was no way this was going to happen again, I thought. I was out of here and never coming back after she lets me sober up. I figured her hands would be less painful than the paddle as she motioned with my head towards her empty hand. I had 15 pounds on her but still I was no match for her in my drugged state. Melissa easily pulled me over her lap, holding my cuffed wrists up over my back. She was a small woman but packed a powerful lot of energy. She smacked me so hard I was crying again after just the first 5 or so. The helpless child feeling flooded over me once again. Pushing me off of her to the ground after she was finished, I sat there in a heap trying to keep my weight off my now very hot bottom, and trying to stop the tears. I couldn't believe she just did that to me again! Grabbing me by the hair, she had me stand up and then led me into the bathroom and into shower stall. She unfastened my cuffs and told me to put my hands on the wall, which I did. I was too weak to fight her and I knew it. Taking the shower jet down from its stand, she turned it on and let it warm, then sprayed me down with it. "Your next choice is whether you want to have your body hair taken off with Nair or with a razor," she stated matter-of-factly, pointing to both on the bathroom counter. I picked Nair with another head not. "Smart choice. It's much easier on your skin. You're going to be so lovely and smooth soon honey, with none of that nasty hair anymore." After letting it stand on my skin for 10 minutes, she thankfully sprayed the foul smelling stuff off me. As the water cascaded down my body, my skin was left totally smooth and hairless. The water tingled off my skin and woke me more from my wooziness. My muscles were still floppy and I felt weak, but I was more alert now. She handed me a fluffy white towel and allowed me to dry off, showing me how to blot instead of rub. A fragrant moisturizer followed, then I was cuffed again behind my back. Walked back into her bedroom, she had me sit on her bed while she rummaged in her dresser drawers in front of me. Half turning back to me, a pair of lacy panties dangled from the ends of her fingers in each hand. "Since you have none of your own clothes left to wear after you made me so mad earlier, its time you chose your outfit for today. Do you want with pink or lavender panties? And no, the ones in your mouth don't count," she chuckled. Oh crap. How the hell was I going to get out of here? I couldn't exactly go back to my place in women's clothes. Now I know why she felt so confident. She had me trapped! Melissa must have sensed my feeling of doom as she let out a subtle grimace of satisfaction then pushed the panties forward again for me to choose. I nodded towards the lavender ones. "Good choice sweetie, they are very pretty," she said as she bent down to my feet and then slide them up onto me. "Hmmm", she held her chin looking at me as if deep in thought. Turning back to her dresser she pulled out another garment and pulled that up my legs as well. A tight waist-cincher and padded girdle. I wasn't given any choice on the breast forms she glued to my chest either. Other than that, I had to pick everything else. This went on and on until I was fully dressed like a woman. What was truly the worst was having to select each item I had on, as if this is what I wanted! I hated every minute of it and still ended up in a very feminine outfit. I must have looked so utterly ridiculous. She had me now and knew it. I sat there in my floral skirt and silky white blouse with all the necessary frilly things underneath, and wondered what the hell was happening. Melissa was totally a deranged woman and I really wanted to get the hell away from her as fast and far as I could. Little did I know then just how far indeed I would one day go. She finished putting on my accessories, high heeled shoes, and basic jewelry and such and then led me back into her bathroom. She had to hold on to me, as I was unsteady on the heels. The jiggling of my breasts and dangly earrings further caused a lot of feelings of vulnerability in me. Finally, Melissa untied the pantyhose around my head and took her panties out of my mouth. Talk about humiliating! She next had me sit in front of the mirror as she painted my face with make-up, explaining everything as she went. A cute shoulder-length blond curly wig was the last item she placed on me before I was walked into her living room. She didn't bother to put the cuffs back on my wrists. With the combination of having no clothes of my own and the muscle-weakening medications she gave me, I wasn't going to be escaping tonight. We sat down and watched a movie and she acted as if nothing odd had happened all night. As the previews played, she cradled her wine glass to her chest and curled her legs and feet under her, looking at me with a grin. "Tiffani with an I or Missi with an I, what would you like to be called sweetie?" I thought about it for a second and figured what difference does it make? I didn't care what she called me. I thought about saying whatever, but knew not to. "Tiffani." I replied. "Perfect sweetie, Tiffani suits you well," she beamed. Then she chuckled. Softly at first then more and more as something funny was obviously amusing her. "You know Tiffani, you really should thank me for helping you become the girl you know you have always been on the inside. You are much too sweet, innocent, and delicate to be anything other than a girl and I know you know this. Hell the first time I saw you in the diner I thought you were a girl with bad hair and a flat chest. Naturally Tiffani, the whole world sees you that way also. Luckily though, you ran into me, and now you will no longer an ugly duckling, but instead are going to bloom into a beautiful woman under my generous guidance." She was genuinely and convincingly serious and thus totally insane. There was no way she could keep me here once the pills wore off and I had my strength back. I didn't care if I had to run out of here in a skirt. I would, and I will I decided. First chance I have. "Now the only price you have to pay me for my help is to give yourself up to me. Of course, you don't have any choice in that matter really anyway because you will take the path I have laid out for you. The only question is whether you will enjoy it or not. What you are going to do, to let you in on a little secret, is get to live the life I had as a little girl. To replay it, to learn what it was like for me down to the nitty-gritty details. You will never know what was coming next like I never did either but know this. I do know what is coming next for you." With that, the previews ended and we didn't say another word about it. Needless to day, I soon fell asleep in her living room, alone and trapped in her bizarre world for the time being. The next thing I remember, she was shaking me awake and the TV was already off. I had no idea what time it was as she helped me stand and walk into a dark room. She undressed me and changed me into what felt like a nightgown even though I couldn't see anything. Putting me into my bed, I fell asleep within seconds. Time stands still when you are drugged like that. There were no dreams and I awoke as if no time had passed but it did. I awoke confused for several seconds. Then the blood reached my brain and I remembered yesterday. This wasn't just a bad dream. I awoke to find myself in a pink prison of a room. It was clearly morning now as light was streaming through the delicate pink window curtains. As I sat up in bed, I become aware of my gown and the strange softness of the nightgown on my shaven body sent shivers up my spine. Lifting off the satin pink covers, I looked to down to see myself in a hideously feminine nightgown fit for a 5 year old girl. I fell to the ground in my new room, overcome by last night's insanity, and still more so from a lingering effect of the pills last night. I found my face against a plush, light pink shag. Looking up I saw the bed I just left was an ultra feminine pink canopy bed overflowing in lace, ribbons and bows. The walls were covered with a little girl style wallpaper - an assortment of flowers and princess dresses. In front of me lay a large, white double dresser. This was such a bizarre room to have in her home since she didn't have any children. I couldn't understand it. What I really couldn't understand was why there was a sign above a large walk-in closet, which read Tiffani's Closet. Oh my god. My heart sank as I realized just how serious Melissa was about what she said last night. This was not good and this was not a joke. I finally got the courage to rise and see what kind of things were in "my" closet, and thus what I might be wearing. I was expecting it to be bad, but to my horror, it was worse than bad. My knees went weak again as my eyes scanned what must have been 200 dresses, skirts, nightgowns, full slips, blouses, and dozens of pairs of shoes. I didn't see a pair of pants anywhere. And to top it off, they were all very young and feminine - mostly pastel colors, lots of soft rounded and lace collars, several frilly Easter-like dresses that looked more appropriate for a little girl. This was not good, she had this all planned out ahead of time! I hastily walked back to the dresser, not wanting to look but knew I had to. Sure enough, they were filled with exquisitely feminine lingerie, many of the items I had no idea even what they were or how they were worn. I used the bathroom, then came back out and just sat on the bed, not sure what to do. Curious and now willing to try to escape, I tried the doorknob after she left and sure enough, it was locked from the outside. Just a few moments later as I had turned from the door, and almost on cue, the door opened. "Well, good-morning princess, sleep well did we?" she asked cheerfully, dressed only in a lace gown and robe. I wasn't sure how to answer or what to say, fearful of being on the receiving end of her wrath once again. I decided to just keep walking on eggshells around her. Placing a couple of pills in my hand she told me to take them, handing me a glass of water. I recognized them from last night. One muscle relaxer and one Valium. Once I took these I knew I would be in no position to fight her and thus escape would be very difficult. I hesitated for an instant. Sneaking a glance at her, she only had to place her hands on her hips and lift her eyebrows at me and I quickly took them. What a coward I was! I was more intimidated by her than I thought. "Now Tiffani, you only have to take your pills for one week and then you can stop sweetie." Taking me by the wrist she walked me into my bathroom. "Go ahead and shower, brush your teeth and take care of whatever you need to. I think you will find everything you could possibly need in here. I'll go put an outfit together for you on your bed so when you come out you can get your clothes on. Let me know when you are dressed and I'll come in to help you with your makeup." Great. Freaking crazy bitch from hell. Instead of answering what I was thinking, I obediently answered with, "yes Ma'am", and turned the shower on. Twenty minutes later I was dressed in a light purple dress befitting a 5 year old, white tights, and little girl shoes. My bedroom door was open and I peaked around the corner. "Umm, Ma'am, I'm ready," I tested the empty hallway. "Oh good sweetheart, be a doll and come into my bathroom will you," I heard her voice from deep in the house. This was my chance. I look absolutely ridiculous, and the pills had already weakened me quite a bit, but I was alone and the door to leave the house was right by her room. I walked gingerly out to keep the tapping from my shoes to a minimum and with as much stealth as I could muster, walked right up to the main door. One quick glance behind me to make sure she hadn't come out and then I put my hand on the doorknob. Turning the knob... Damn. It was locked. Looking for a lock I found none. Except for a small button keypad above the handle. Double damn. My heart sank further as I realized I was not getting out just yet. Quietly and quickly I moved away from the door and walked into her room and then the bathroom. "Hi," I greeted her. "Oh my gosh look at you," she swooned over me. "Aren't you just the most darling little girl ever!" "Oh sweetie, sit right here, and let me make you even prettier," she held a dressing chair out for me then sat next to me. "Now Tiffani, its time for you to make another difficult choice. I know it will be difficult because like many of the choices to come for you, you will probably want both things equally. While I want to make sure you have everything you need, I also don't want to spoil you now do I?" She paused to beam proudly and then turned to pick up 2 items. "Darling, this is called a plug and it goes up your bottom. Girls sometimes use these to help make them, well, a little more open to help you for certain things to come when you grow up." Oh my god, she was holding a horrific pink phallic like thing about 6 inches long and fairly thick with a wide base. My heart started beating fast and the fear took hold. "Or," picking up a pen like object attached by a wire to a black box, "I can begin working on your eyebrows to shape them permanently into a pretty arch." I paused. Oh fuck. I was screwed either way. How would I ever go out again if I had a girl's wispy thin eyebrows, unable to grow them back again? Then again, I was NOT going to take that thing up my butt! Melissa's patience was wearing thin though as I couldn't decide. "Of course, if you can't decide I suppose I could spoil you just this one time and let you have both if you want?" she sternly warned me with a smirk. "Ummm," I tried to pause while I quickly thought, "Ummm, Ahhh, I guess my eyebrows." There I said it. I decided. Oh god what have I done? I just couldn't imagine having that thing up my butt. "Great, I thought you'd say that sweetie," and with that, she flipped a switch on the machine and swung a magnifying glass in front of my face and began. Not even 45 minutes later she was done. The mirror in front of me told the story. There was hardly anything left of my eyebrows except a thin wispy arch. Unmistakably feminine. Now what the hell was I going to do?! "Now before I help you with your makeup, would you like your daily spanking now or would you like it before you go to bed?" Damn I had forgotten about that. She can't be serious. I hadn't done anything wrong. "But, I haven't done anything wrong, why do I have to be spanked?" "Now Tiffani, it is not your position to question me do you understand?!" She was growing angry with me. "You are nothing but a little girl and an insolent undisciplined one at that. The spankings will help you learn your place and be a good girl. I do NOT want to hear anything more of this do I make myself clear?" she roared at me. "Yes Ma'am," I answered meekly. "Good, now lie over my lap and let me lift up your dress. Cry as much as you want and then after you stop we'll get your makeup on so you can look very pretty." Smack! Ouch! I reflexively tried to put my hands in her way and Melissa responded by simply grabbing them and twisting them up behind my back as she did yesterday, rendering me totally helpless. Smack. Smack, Smack! I began to ball like a little child once again, too feeble to stop this. And so my first day as a little girl began. When she was finished spanking me, she dried my tears and walked me through putting my makeup on. It seemed rather absurd for a little girl to wear so much makeup but I wasn't about to question her. I had learned my lesson in that department. Looking into the mirror, all vestiges of Tim vanished as Tiffani blossomed. I was shocked and confused at the image in front of me. How could she be me? I am not a little girl! My day consisted of numerous grueling sessions on feminine mannerisms, gestures, walking and talking lessons, and feminine etiquette. There was so much to remember and Melissa kept after me on all of it but at least she wasn't violent anymore. Every single step or expression was under her strict scrutiny so before long, I learned to exude what she had taught and demanded of me. Though I totally hated every second of it, I was adapting. Melissa had been relatively nice to me today - at least since my spanking. I worked very hard to obey her and follow her directions. By the end of the say though, I was exhausted and actually looked forward to getting into one of my 'little girl' nightgowns (and out of the uncomfortable dress and shoes). When I was finally in bed, and lying there looking up at the ceiling. As far as kidnappings went, it could have been a lot worse. Sure I have to live like, well, as a girl, but at least I was alive. Plus I'd get out of here eventually. I thought of ways to escape, and a general plan emerged. The three doors to the outside were keypad locked, as were the phones, and the windows were unbreakable and un-openable Plexiglas. Essentially, my only option was to do everything she asked of me and make it seem like I was happy with my new life. Once I had her confidence and trust, I just knew she'd end up taking me into town with her and then I'd escape! There was no other way for the time being - that was clear. If was ruthless, I could kill her but then what? I end up trapped in this house alone and die myself. I was no killer though, and abhorred the thought of it. Sunday was an easy day, and my seemingly "daily choice" was between a double ear piercing versus a tongue ring. Needless to say this was an easy one for me and I chose the ear piercings, which she did with her own piercing gun. Delicate dangle earrings followed to remind me of my new girly ears. As for my spanking, I had it first thing in the morning again as I didn't want the tears to spoil my makeup. Now I was starting to think like a girl! Great. Gees. Sunday night though was very rough for me. Maybe because the day was too easy. Everything was all falling into place just the way Melissa wanted it, and the momentum was going too fast. Sleep never seemed to come and when it did, I remember tossing and turning all night, hating that I had no choice but to keep playing the part of a little girl. Monday morning, I got up and went in the bathroom as usual. I took my nightie off, and took care of my bathroom duties. Melissa had told me the night before I would need to reshave my body every other day from now on and so I did so in the shower. A few minutes later I finished, dried off and applied my feminine scented body lotion. Walking out of the bathroom in the towel, I wondered what today's outfit would be. I learned over the last 2 days that each morning while I showered, Melissa would pick an outfit for me to wear, and leave it on my bed or hanging from one of the bedposts. After not sleeping well last night, and having more than 2 days of this insanity, I really wasn't in the mood to put on a dress at all. The fact that it was Monday confirmed again for me that this new absurdity wasn't just an exotic weekend game. I really hoped whatever she picked was tame. My heart sank though as I saw today's outfit was the worst yet. Instead of a simple little girl's dress like I wore the last 2 days, she hung a frilly pink monstrosity on the bedpost. On the bed were a frothy petticoat, pink lace stockings and garter belt, with a matching bra. Below the bed were, naturally, matching pink pumps. Staring at this absurdly feminine dress, I lost it, and fell to the rug and began crying my heart out. I just couldn't do this anymore. I couldn't. Melissa must have heard my crying as she entered my room and walked right up to me. Her soft nightgown flowed over my back as she stood over me. I turned over onto my back to look up at her. "What's wrong Tiffani? Did you fall and hurt yourself princess?" she asked in a concerned voice. Still weeping, it took me a few seconds to respond, "No" was all I could get out. "Well, what is it then young lady! You need to get up and get dressed!" she said with her hands on her hips. "I... I... I can't... sniff... sniff... take it anymore... please help me, I don't want to be a girl anymore. I'm not a girl." I blurted out, appealing to her humanity. "I am so sorry what happened to you as a little girl, and, umm, I..." "Well I Never!" she steamed out angrily, bending down to me. My head was yanked backwards and then she slapped my face hard several times as she pulled me up by my hair. "You ungrateful child!" she slapped me again, then sat on the bed, pulling me across her lap and taking my towel off. "If you want to cry, I'll give you something to cry about my little prissy girl" I tried to get up but she had me pinned by keeping my arm twisted high up on my back. "And stop you're damn fidgeting girl, you're only making me madder!" she ordered as she began spanking my bare bottom. "After all I've done for you, training you, giving you beautiful clothes, and this wonderful home to live in... This is how you repay me?!!!" Whack. Whack. Whack. "I'm sorry Ma'am," I screamed through my tears, wanting her to stop as my bottom sting and burn so bad. "You know Tiffani, I think I'm just going to have to call my guy friend over today to help remind you that you are very much in fact a pretty little girl. Men have a special way of reminding us who we are." "WHAT! NO!" I screamed inside my head. "NO. WAIT! Please! You don't have to that. Ma'am, I promise I'll be good!" I pleaded. "Too bad young lady, it'll be for your own good. You'll thank me for it one day, you'll see." She finally had stopped hitting me, and was softly caressing my red bottom. "Now get your pretty self dressed and then lets go get some breakfast shall we" she said gently as she released me. I simply stood there weeping softly as she left my room, shutting the door behind her. Stunned, I lost all hope. It was over for me. Me life was truly fucked. I had to block it all out or I'd go crazy. I couldn't though. My knees went weak as I thought about being around a man in my current state. Turning back towards the dress, I began to cry again. Not wanting to get walloped again, I threw myself face down against my bed to muffle my cries. I screamed into the pillow, knowing I had to get dressed now or face another spanking or worse. Reluctantly, I dragged myself up and put my panties on. Once I had the bra, stockings and garter belt on, I stepped into the petticoat. Pulling it up to my waist, I not only felt but really knew I was defeated. Quickly, I took the dress off the hanger and stepped into it as well, not wanting to see myself in the frilly petticoat. Zipping it up in the back, it fit snugly across my chest and breasts. I bent down to put my pumps on and had a great deal of trouble doing it as the skirt was so full and flounced out by the frothy petticoats. Finally dressed, I sat at the vanity to put my makeup on as Melissa had trained me to do. I felt like vomiting and nearly did as I looked at the little girl in the mirror. The satin and lace dress, with its puffy princess sleeves, ruffled hem, bows and ribbons, was suitable as a 3 year old's Easter dress. How as I ever going to deal with this? Finished with my makeup and jewelry, I got up to leave the room. I almost forgot the pink bonnet and small white lace apron on the bed, but I quickly put those on and went out to the kitchen, carefully remembering my delicate feminine mannerisms. Melissa stopped dead in her tracks, brought her hands to her cheeks, and had a huge grin on her face when she saw me. Putting her arms up in the air and walking over to embrace me, she looked totally excited and pleased. "Oh my god! Oh my god sweetie! You are so perfectly precious and pretty! What a gorgeous little fairy princess you are Tiffani!" She cooed and smothered me with maternal instinct. I reflexively smiled back at her and had to admit I enjoyed being hugged and seemingly cared for. Pushing me back a bit and holding me at arms length she continued to take me all in. She was way over the top so to speak with excitement. "OHHH, and look at that cute little bonnet! Umm, so pretty Tiffani! Your dress looks so pretty on you. You are such an adorable little girl!" "Do like your dress Tiffani darling?" "Yes Ma'am, its very nice, thank you." I answered respectfully, knowing what she wanted to hear. "Oh goodie!" she clapped, "because I am going to let you wear it all day long!" Great. Just fantastic. I smiled politely as expected of me, and sat with her for breakfast. Breakfast also included my daily muscle relaxer and Valium dose to help keep me weak and docile. She worked with some more that morning on my voice, coaching me with phrases, pitch, and how to talk in a sing-song fashion. She also taught me how to curtsey several different ways and said she'd expect me to curtsey properly in the future. I didn't exactly know when she meant for me to do it but figured she would let me know. I began wondering if being immersed in all this femininity and especially how I had to act, move, and speak if I would ever be able to stop doing it once it became habit. I noticed my walk had already become feminine without having to think about it anymore - and that took only two days! The doorbell rang at noon, just as we had set our lunch out on the table, preparing to eat. Melissa told me to sit while she went to the door to see who it was. Listening carefully, I heard a deep man's voice, the door shut, and then two pairs of footsteps coming closer. Oh no! The man she talked about earlier - and he was about to see me like this! Oh god. I heard their steps stop just a few feet behind me. "Tiffani darling, I'd like you to meet somebody from my office building. Please stand up and greet Mr. Vacheny with a proper curtsey young lady," she commanded of me. I felt as weak and humiliated as I stood up and turned, keeping my eyes down. I curtseyed as I had just been trained to do that morning and said, "hello sir, it is a pleasure to meet you." "Well, hello little lady. What a very pretty girl you are!" He said enthusiastically with a thick accent, looking me over, head to toe. "Mr. Vacheny is a friend of mine Tiffani and I want him to be a friend of yours also. A special friend." Walking closer to the kitchen table, she took the man's hand and led him over also. He was a very large man, probably 6'4" and more than 250 pounds. He already had a 5 o'clock shadow, and was dressed in a janitor's uniform, but clean looking. His age was hard to tell, but I guessed in his early 30's maybe. "You know darling, when I was a little girl, my mother introduced me to a man like Mr. Vacheny, and had me do, well, special things for him." Oh shit. Oh shit. I was trapped. No way to get out, no way to overpower them. I was caught up in her sick perverted existence with no way out but forward. I shut my eyes and swallowed nervously as my heart beat faster. "I know you would like to do special things for him too wouldn't you princess?" she waited for an answer. I had no choice but to say yes. Had I said no, the beating would probably be ferocious. I couldn't speak though, so I just nodded softly. "Oh that is very good sweetie, I am so glad you agree. Here let me show you what to do." She lifted me upwards by the shoulders to stand and I did, then she kept a good grip on my shoulders as she moved me next to him. Asking Mr. Vacheny to stand towards me, he did and began gently caressing my hair, or wig actually. Melissa then pushed down on my shoulders. "Go ahead and get on your knees Tiffani," I had no choice but to go down with the pressure on my shoulders. I knelt right in front of him. Taking my hands in hers, she lifted my hands to his belt and helped me unfasten it. I began to fill dizzy and felt like fainting but did not. Melissa's own legs were snug against my back not letting me fall or back away. His trousers were next as she helped guide me to lower them enough to see his cock spring free just inches from my face. Apparently he didn't wear underwear. I had to tilt my head to the side to keep from having his penis touch my face. Melissa moved her hands back to my shoulders keeping me in place. Mr. Vacheny was caressing my cheeks now, sending shivers of fear through my spine. "Tiffani baby, I didn't understand about these things when I was a little girl, or why my mother made me do them, but I did later find out why. I never had any choices on what I had to do but today I am going to give you a choice because you are my gorgeous little princess and deserve better than I had!" "You can choose to either let Mr. Vacheny put his penis inside your mouth for what grown-ups call a blowjob, which let me tell you, will really make Mr. Vacheny feel very, very good and like you very much, or, if you don't want to do that, you can lick your hands until they are very slippery and wet, then wrap them around his penis and slide them back and forth. He'll like that a lot too. Either way, after a while, he is going to get very excited and then his penis is going to squirt out something called semen. Semen is warm, white, gooey, and sticky, and is filled with a man's sperms. If you chose to give him a blowjob, he will squirt his semen inside your mouth for you to swallow down inside your tummy, or if you pleasure him with your pretty hands, he will squirt his semen onto your salad instead of salad dressing. Either way, you are going to have to swallow his semen inside of you, which is really very respectful for a girl to do for a man. Oh, and before you choose sweetie, I want you to know I've asked Mr. Vacheny to come by every Monday, Wednesday and Friday at lunchtime from now on." I was so close to passing out now, I could barely keep my eyes open. Unfortunately, I didn't pass out, or vomit, or curl up and die. This was going to happen, and it was going to happen now. Thank god for the Valium, I tell you, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to do what I was about to do. Licking my hands I placed them on his huge cock and began gently stroking them back and forth. He grew rapidly in my hands, and his cock became the largest I had ever seen. He was easily 8 inches long, thick and hard, with a pair of balls that looked like they belonged on some kind of wild bear. "That's a girl Tiffani. Such a pretty girl" he cooed as I tended to him. Seeing that I was obeying, Mellisa returned to her seat across from me to watch. There was nothing for me to do except just continue kneeling at his feet, stroking his now very hard and long cock just inches from my face, praying I will find a way to eat his cum on my salad without puking. I had to find a way to escape fast! Who knows where things were going to head from here! I just barely escaped having to give him a blowjob! "Oh princess, you're doing such a wonderful job for the nice man, what a pretty girl you are in your pretty princess dress kneeling there in front of a man. Umm, So precious. "MMMM" he groaned and moaned, torturing me with every sound. "Ohh... Ohhhh yeah... MMMM... Ohhhh..." He moved closer to the table as I stroked him, now placing his huge hands on top of mine and stroking himself harder with my hands. Aiming his hard dick right down at my salad bowl, he let out a loud moan, then stopped stroking himself as his hips bucked back and forth. His cock erupted right on top of my salad bowl as it began squirting wet, warm gooey stuff. I shut my eyes just as I saw his whole body now tense up and rhythmically shutter. "Yeahhhhhhhh... OOOOOOOhhhh..." He moaned as he ejaculated more of his thick cum across the lettuce. I felt so submissive and helpless, it was awful, but thank god this didn't go into my mouth. He would have drowned me! Melissa had a pleased grin on her face as did Mr. Vacheny of course as he pulled his pants back up. "Now darling, curtsey to Mr. Vacheny to thank him for letting you please him, and let him know you can't wait to see him again on Wednesday," she ordered of me. I obeyed, first standing to curtsey in yet another act of total submission and then thanking him as I was told to do. She quickly escorted him out, and then rejoined me at the table. I hadn't really looked at the salad until now. It was utterly disgusting. The man ejaculated like a horse. The lettuce was literally drowning in his thick and copious "special dressing". I took my seat as did Melissa. Without a word said she put some real dressing on her own salad and then picked up her fork to eat. She just motioned for me to do the same. I reached for the dressing also to see if I could drown out the taste but she wouldn't let me. She just stared at me until I picked up some lettuce on my fork that didn't seem to have much cum on it and ate it. I grimaced as the slime entered my mouth but chewed it down. I didn't have a glass of water yet to wash it down with and asked if I could get one. She said I could as soon as I ate my salad. I sighed, but she let it go as I picked up another forkful, this time with much more semen on it. I half-gagged at the taste of the thick, salty globs sliding down my throat. I swallowed several times but couldn't get the taste out of my mouth and off my lips. As I got used to it over time though, and didn't think too much about it, it really wasn't so awful bad after-all. I was hungry and went ahead and finished the salad (I wasn't allowed to eat anything else anyway until it was gone). It was hard to believe but I did it. And it was over for now thank goodness. After lunch, she escorted me back into my room and told me to get onto my bed. I did as ordered, lying on my back. She then placed leather cuffs around my ankles, binding them together and then to the foot rail. My wrists received the same treatment, but were secured above me to the head rail. She secured me tightly and there was very little room for movement. Leaving my room for just a minute, she returned with what looked like a rubber cock with two straps on it. "Open your mouth Tiffani and let me put this cock inside your mouth." She said as she brought the menacing thing near my lips. I obeyed as she shoved it in; filling my mouth tightly with it, then proceeded to buckle the straps around my head. "I think we both know you are going to need to get used to having a cock stretch your lips and fill your mouth. You aren't going to be my innocent little girl forever now are you?" she said, pulling the buckle tight, making sure it was secure. Sitting down on my bed, she stroked my cheeks softly as she explained that she was going to head over to my apartment this afternoon to clean it out. This was my new home and my new life, she explained, and I no longer would need anything she wouldn't provide for me. She planned to bag all my clothes up and donate them to a drop-off charity, and clean out anything that remained of my former life. I was already most assuredly fired from the diner, she figured, after missing 3 shifts without calling in, and she doubted anybody would ever even remember me a few weeks from now. Patting me on my head, she smiled cutely, and welcomed me to my new life as her little girl. I was stunned but not surprised as she walked out and then soon left the house. She could do just about anything she wanted to me but I was still going to escape. My plan was going to work. It had to work! I could not stand being her little girl much longer without going totally insane myself! Bound helplessly I tried to sleep to pass the time but could not. My life had become a living disaster. When she returned, it had already turned dark outside, and I had fallen asleep. The first thing I noticed was the incredible ache in my jaws. Walking into my room, she thankfully took the penis gag out of my mouth, and unfastened my bonds. It felt wonderful to be free again as the circulation slowly returned to my body. Sitting me up she pulled some documents out of a folder to show me. Melissa handed me a photocopied birth certificate and social security card with my name on them. Tiffani Jissabelle Honeysuckle, date of birth 14 Feb 1990. She made me 14 years old. Great. Of course, I really did look about 14 anyway. She was my mother and the father was listed as "unknown". There was even a doctor's name, hospital and everything on there. Sex was obviously marked as female. It looked very authentic, but was obviously a fake. I was now officially her little girl - she wasn't kidding earlier.

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PART 1 Them fuckin’ Armed Services get all the credit, but who gets their asses blown out of the water to get them their crap, for chrissake? Us fuckers in the Merchant Marine, that’s who. Goddamn sub-bait. And then they don’t send nobody to fish us out. Goddamn Krauts. Goddamn war! Cookie bobbed in his lifejacket and watched his ship disappear, a sorry excuse for a vessel, to be sure, but nonetheless, his ship. Sailors deep-six all the time, the risk they signed on for, perhaps. Bad luck,...

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A Brief Account of Bad Behavior and Poor Choices

A Brief Account of Bad Behavior and Poor Choices - Who does Jill love most? Tim, Tammy, Geoff, or Jill? "Jill, think about it, okay?" Dr. Jill Knox nodded her head slowly, the look on her face and rolling of her eyes showed Dr. Geoff Mitchell she had no intention of thinking about it. This earned her an eyeroll in return. "He can't give you what I can, why else do you keep coming back?" Jill opened her mouth to argue with the man she lay in bed with, but what could...

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Eve of All HallowsTreats Tricks and Choices

Eve of All Hallows-Treats, Tricks and Choices by Tigger The party had been a disaster. That was not the first time that particular thought had filtered through his still befuddled mind. Actually, the whole *night* had been an unmitigated disaster and it wasn't showing any signs of getting any better. The party was the reason he was now trudging home wearing twenty pounds of black bombazine, chains and beads. And no, reader with the dirty mind, he wasn't decked out in some...

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Choices

She spoke precisely, with authority, and though she no longer sounded vindictive her voice could still etch glass. She'd made up her mind, and when Cynthia's mind is made up there's nothing more to say. Now I had to make up my mind."That's how it is, Keith! My sweet disloyal husband! Your decision! You want this marriage to continue, we can get past this ... this thing you've done to me. To us. But you'll have to agree to one or the other. No more argument, no more floppy-eared, doggy-eyed...

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Choices

Choices By pantiwasteChapter 1 The Set-UpMy little sexual, I don’t know, perversion, fetish, twist on the normal, has never been exposed or displayed. It never hurts anyone or affects my interaction with daily life (though it probably has contributed to my difficulty developing relationships). It is one of the few absolute secrets I have kept from the world. I’m a sado-masochistic ?ass-man? and I’ve had a submissive fascination and attraction for women’s undergarment for almost as long as I can...

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Adventures of a Merchant Choices

Adventures of a Merchant: Choices by Arcie Emm See Prior Adventures of a Merchant: 1. The Start 2. A Pause in Corels ...being continued... Greetings once more friends. At the end of my last tale I mentioned that it was time for me to spend some time in the now and I took my own advice. After a stay in Corels to visit family, I continued on to Elladoo Post for my first visit in a number of year. As it always does, the visit served to remind me of who I am, for people who knew you...

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Choices

MelissaFinally it was Melissa last day of University.  Her degree complete she could at last join the working world and start making some money.  In fact she was pretty happy, she already had a job organised.  She had the whole world at her feet, her future was bright."Attention all students," the voice came over the public address, "could you all please return to the graduation hall for an important assembly."Melissa felt a tap on her shoulder, it was Professor Rogers, "that includes you...

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Choices

It's time to go on an outing. Nothing too complicated: just a trip to the corner store a few blocks away. This time, you get to make decisions about what you wear. Be careful though, making the easier choice will make the following choices harder. Here's your first choice; nice and simple.

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Kerry Choices

This story is number 4 in the sagas of Kerry Eddington. It can be read as a stand alone story or better as part of the whole series. For those of you who want to delve straight in a little prologue. In KERRY & THE SECURITY CHECK - returning from a short break in Scotland en fem Kerry unwittingly checks in the wrong suitcase. Stopped at security he is stripped search and humiliated and left with breast forms glued in place. Having missed his flight he is forced to work in a...

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Barbs Terrible Choices

When they first got the letter informing them that they had won an all expense 14 day paid vacation to Cancun, they were skeptical even though it was delivered by courier. Barb was worried it was a scam, but her husband Tom pointed out that they were not asking for any personal information and provided only a telephone number for confirmation, not some dodgy internet site. So they called the number and by the time the hung up, both were convinced that the offer was legit. The girls were...

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Cindys Choices

Cindy's Choices I'm sitting here, at my computer, trying to figure out what I should do. Maybe if I write down what happened I can make sense of it, and make my decision. My name is Cindy Carmichael, and I'm twenty-five years old. After a false start, I thought I had found my "prince Charming", and that life simply couldnt be better. Now I've learned it was all a lie. It all started when I was still in High School. I guess I was the high school princess. Popular, pretty, and with...

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Lexys Bad Choices

Lexy’s Bad ChoicesBy: Jake OliveThis story is entirely fictional. The story and characters exist only in the author’s mind. Please leave feedback at:  [email protected]#1 - Crime and Punishment.It really all started quite by accident. Lexy Solis was an administrative assistant at a midsize auto parts distributor. One of her responsibilities was to take the weekly cash deposits from the company will call store over to the bank. Every Friday she would collect these deposits from the Credit...

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Choices

Choices  by  Patricia51 Barbara Clausen woke with the first light of dawn as it crept through the curtains. Moving slowly and carefully, she slipped from under the sheet and swung her feet to the floor. She stood and tip-toed to the chair where her clothing lay. She donned her dress, picked up her underwear, pantyhose, shoes and purse and left. She stood in the bedroom doorway and looked back at the bed. Lee's dark hair was scattered over her pillow, hiding her face. The sheet had slipped down,...

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Robs Choices

Foreword I am constantly receiving feedback from people who want to know why I ended a story a certain way and then telling me that I should have _________ (fill in the blank). Many asked me if I would mind if they wrote an ending to the story. This happened so many times that I decided to hold The Just Plain Bob Annual Invitational The idea was that I would write a story and then let those who so desired write and submit their own ending. They could take the story anywhere they wanted it to...

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Tenchi Muyo All Good ThingsChapter 82 Choices

Even if the sound of his voice had not been enough, the room suddenly awash in pale bluish radiance insured all eyes turned. Beholding Tenchi, incredibly now standing just behind the queen, his Lighthawk blade inches from her throat. "If you hurt my child." He assured the room thickly. "I'll kill every one of you!" His eyes were haunted as he made the pronouncement, his face set into the hardest of lines as he moved the blade a fraction closer. "Starting with her." Tenchi concluded...

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Choices

Choices  by  Patricia51 Barbara Clausen woke with the first light of dawn as it crept through the curtains. Moving slowly and carefully, she slipped from under the sheet and swung her feet to the floor. She stood and tip-toed to the chair where her clothing lay. She donned her dress, picked up her underwear, pantyhose, shoes and purse and left. She stood in the bedroom doorway and looked back at the bed. Lee’s dark hair was scattered over her pillow, hiding her face. The sheet had slipped...

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Yankee Swap Chapter 8 Secrets and Choices

Yankee Swap, Chapter 8: Secrets and Choices Dawn broke over the foothills of the White Mountains of New Hampshire at 7:17AM on New Year's Day, and found Kim wide awake in Kelly's guest room. The room was simple and plain, decorated in pale yellow and green, with a simple twin bed and dresser of white pressed wood, like something you got at IKEA for your new college apartment. It occurred to Kim as she sat watching the room slowly brighten from the rising sun, that it would have been...

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Lifeguard Blows His Mate and Me

Last night I went to the pool late and ended up having a threesome in the showers.Usually, I go to the pool during the day.  It feels warmer, I get some work on my speedo tan, and in the middle of the day, the pool is generally quiet.  Yesterday (Friday) I was busy with work all day and time just got away from me.  The pool closes at nine pm and just before eight pm, I decided to go for a late-night swim.  I really wanted to get out of the house and had nothing else planned.The pool was quiet...

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Lifeguard At A Nudist Camp

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Lifes Strange Turns Part 1

Introduction: First, let me introduce myself…the author. I am a 37 year old divorced career woman, no kids. I am in a serious hetero relationship with an interesting sex life…pretty creative, with role playing and outdoor encounters being the most exciting. I have been lurking here for a few weeks, reading all the hot, sexy stories members have posted. I thought Id try my hand at writing and keep it busy and away from my coochie for a change. Im going to try telling this story as a male, to...

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Lifes Strange Turns Part 3

Introduction: Best read the stories in sequence! Lifes Strange Turns, Part 3 Monday and Tuesday came and went, with nothing exciting happening, except that Sandy called to say that she had gotten a nice offer on the house from a couple about 30. Her kids were back from their Dads, so she couldnt come over, but wanted to. Id gone to the gym after work Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday, and chatted with a pretty woman in the my age bracket that was interesting and had no rings or other evidence of...

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Lifeguard 2

From the Lifeguard 1 Story:I woke up sometime later with my spent mother on my chest snoring peacefully, my now soft penis still in her anus. My mother was smaller than me, so her weight wasn’t an issue, it’s just that I really needed to pee. So I started trying to wriggle out from her embrace. When I did she stirred. She said, “Don’t move.”She slowly pulled herself off of my penis, did a quick spin where her asshole was in front of my face, and said, “Eat it out.” Before I could even form a...

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Lifes Strange Turns Part 2

Introduction: Youll want to read Part 1 first! Lifes Strange Turns, Part 2 The phone rang, waking both Karen and myself with a start. Wed slept for only about 15 minutes. Well, it would have been bad to sleep longer, but it would have been almost tragic if the phone had rung while we were writhing around having such marvelous sex. Especially if shed had my cock in her mouth I thought! To give Karen some phone privacy and to take care of some personal hygiene issues, I ran into the shower and...

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Lifes a bitch and now so am I

This is Lifes a bitch and now so am I!!! This is a fiction story!! The people in the story are not real!Please exsuse the puntuation and spelling I'm just a blond sissy!I start of my story with my wife leaving to go bingo with her mum, as soon as the car pulls away I'm up to my secret girl cloth's and sex toys.I am a sissy cross dresser, I can't help it i love the feel and how girlie it makes me look. I have...

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Choices

"I hate you," she hissed."Liar," he growled, nipping her ear. "The soaked panties in my pocket indicate otherwise. The same panties that, may I remind you, you willingly handed over. Besides, you know you want me just as badly as I want you.""Willingly?" she snorted. "I don't recall having much of a choice.""There's always a choice, my dear.""Fuck you!""That can be arranged, but only after I've thoroughly fucked you, Bella.""I've asked you not to call me that. I'm not your...

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Lifeguards Tale

When I was eighteen, I got a job as a lifeguard at Cherry Park Apartments, a new housing development just outside Chicago. These days pools and recreation centers are dirt-common in suburban developments, but back then the concept was new and a bit daring, smacking of sybaritic luxury. This was some time ago, and things were a lot different than they are now. A lot different. The Beatles had just arrived, the Pill had just been introduced, and I'd just finished high school and was looking...

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Lifeguard 5

From the Lifeguard 4 Story After she was finally done cumming, she pulled her now flaccid penis out of my mouth and proceeded to give me a big French kiss and started sucking the remainder of her cum into her mouth. We started hugging and kissing and kissing and hugging. That was even fun.After a few minutes of doing this, we just laid there giggling and laughing about what we had just done.Caley then said, “You are one sick boy.”I then said the only sensible, normal thing an eighteen-year-old...

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Lifeguard Has a Speedo Boner

“Do you know where I can get some tanning oil?” Chris looked down from his lifeguard post upon hearing the question and found a stunning stud at the bottom. A mere ten feet below Chris was a majestically muscled blonde, boasting firm washboard abs and rock-hard pecs. Chris looked down in amazement as he checked out the rest of the stud’s body, his toned biceps and forearms, his defined thigh muscles and tight calves. Chris got his gaze stuck in the tanned stud’s defining feature, his swelling...

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Choices

"Send her in, Jeanine. This may take a while, so if you need to head out for the weekend, that's alright," Principal Eriksen said."See you next week!” was the reply he heard over the phone. He had set up a late meeting, and given that it was a Friday, Mr. Eriksen was left to work by himself in the faculty office. Joseph Eriksen was in his sixth year overseeing the students and faculty at Blackhawk Valley prep school, beloved by his students and well-liked in the community. He was a handsome...

Reluctance
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RebelChapter 75 Making Choices

The note arrived nearly a month later. I was amazed the courier had found me, but he said he had been well paid and that the girl was so pretty, he felt he had no choice. I gave him a coin, one of the few I had left after some long sessions with another man's cards. I popped the wax seal and read. "Come quickly, Julie" was all it said in a childish, poorly-blotted scrawl. I showed the note to Foster and he gave me a pass and a sour look. I cooked some rations and was on my way through...

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Choices

Laura packed up her things and left work. She slung her bag over her shoulder and headed out the door; just like every other Thursday evening, off to the train for her ride home. The first thing to catch her attention was the limo parked right outside the door. The second thing was the man in the tuxedo holding a sign reading "Laura". "Can I help you?" she said, glancing around looking for an explanation. "You must be Laura, I'm here to pick you up." "Why...who sent you?" "I can't tell you a...

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The Rise of AzkovalChapter 57 Difficult Choices

Celestine found she was uncomfortable with three sets of eyes looking at her. The news of the events at the inn had made their way to the castle before Celestine had arrived. She gave a brief synopsis to Elena, Jonathan and Choran and they had sent her off to bed while they considered how to respond. The maid was unsurprised to have a summons to visit with the three ministers awaiting her at her morning meal. She hadn’t slept much and wondered if the trio tasked with running the country had...

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Stupid Choices

This is a story about how a stupid mistake and even more stupid decisions spiraled out of control This is a story about how a stupid mistake and even more stupid decisions spiraled out of control. I write erotic stories. I have been writing for several years. As time went on the vanilla erotica turned to BDSM erotica. As that venue was explored in my stories, my husband and I started to dabble in BDSM in real life and I became bored with writing about it and moved to more extreme erotica...

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One of TwoChapter 2 Choices

I woke up in the morning feeling as confused as I had been when I fell asleep. No fairy had shown up during the night to plant a solution in my head. I thought maybe it had been just a dream. To check, I smelled my right hand. Nope, it wasn't a dream. I had really been inside Nancy's panties. I got up and took a shower. In spite of my fear, I still managed my morning erection. I was really worked up because I had gotten no relief on the bus when I made Nancy cum. I relieved myself in the...

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The Crystal RainbowChapter 12 Choices

Helen's choked breath heaved from her lungs, almost giving a voice to the complete revulsion she felt. Her mind reeled in shocked horror as she struggled against the hands that roamed, groped, pinched, poked and clutched over the ripe, young curves of her body. Her young, strong yet, small hands grappled against the much larger and stronger ones that attempted to pin her to the hard, dusty ground. She knew the battle in which she currently found herself engaged was already lost, but still,...

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Lifeguard Stand

“All right,” I said to the three boys in the room. “Your Mother and I are going for a walk on the beach. We’ll be back in a while. We’ve got our cellphones if you need us. Only call us for fire, flood, or blood- and there better not be any blood, ok?” “Ok, Dad,” said one of them non-commitally, staring at the TV screen. The oldest, my 15 year old, grunted in agreement as he continued to hammer away at his Xbox controller. The other sibling was silent, engrossed in watching his brothers shooting...

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Lifeguard 4

From the Lifeguard 3 StoryIt was a fairly long walk out of the pool, first came her beautiful breasts, her thin waist and her penis…Without touching my dick, I immediately shot my load in just one long shot.I doubled up in pain I had ejaculated so hard.Caley walked up beside me, held my head, kissed me and said, “Now that’s got to be love.”And I then knew what my special opportunity was that my parents were talking about. It was Caley.I kissed Caley back.Lifeguard 4 StoryI was in a daze. A sex...

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Lifeguard 6

I was still hard of course. I proceeded to flip her over the arm of the couch and pushed my tongue straight into her anus sending another jolt through her body. I learned later nobody had ever done that to her. I spat on her anus (actually, she was so lubed up from her vaginal flow her butt was already slick) and slowly pushed my cock into her back canal. I found out later she had never allowed anyone to do that to her before.She knew immediately she’d really been missing out. Within a minute...

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Lifeguard 7

Lifeguard 6Jill was shivering even on a warm summer night. Once Alex had Jill’s clothes off, he turned her slowly around so that now they were both facing his parents, Jill in front, Alex in back. Alex reached around and began to slowly rub her breasts with both hands. Her nipples hardened and extended as far as they could. Her nipples ached. She moaned. He kept one hand on her breast, then slid the other one into her wet pussy and moved his cock so it was sliding up and down the crack of her...

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Lifeguard 8 Group Mom Dad Son new GF

Lifeguard 7 RecapSlowly but surely, Alex started rolling onto his back pulling Jill along with him. She could barely control her legs, they were like rubber, and so they splayed on either side of Alex’s thin strong body. When he was finally fully on his back, he was also fully inside Jill’s ass so once he was fully inside of her she started cumming. Not like she’d come before, something totally different. Something totally… divine.She kept cumming and cumming, and along the way, Alex did too....

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Lifeguard 9 All Together Now

Lifeguard 8 RecapFriday morning Alex was shaken out of bed with a, “Get up, sleepy-head. We’re leaving to go to Derek and Belle’s in thirty minutes.”Alex jumped into the shower, packed a small bag of clothes, headed downstairs, grabbed a water bottle and some snacks and headed for the garage. He was the last one in the car. When he jumped in he saw his sister Ashley for the first time. He’d totally forgotten that his sister was joining them for the weekend. Ashley was twenty-four, so being six...

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