Sethy Part Ten Celia
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"I think I'm going a bit mad." "We're all going a bit mad, sweetie." Now I've never been a happy recipient of pet names or even inappropriate chumminess. 'Luv', 'babe', 'dearie', or even 'you guys' is likely to cause me to bristle like an over-amorous porcupine. Admittedly, at home, I might be 'honeybun' or 'dinkums' or 'sweet cheeks' or 'sugar lips' or even 'dreamy dripping cunt bitch I'm going to skewer on my cockhead', but these are random sobriquets and always run the risk of being met with...
TrueThe weather remained overcast with the breeze gusting from the east. Celia rode with Chandra most of the time while I tended to ride with Sister Emily. Emily taking her charge to task, quizzed Dina on what she had learned from Allard the previous day at every chance possible. Until the third day of travel, Celia braved the brief but potent showers at the first sign of truly dark clouds that rolled all too fast in our direction. She bolted into her carriage and I caught Chandra looking...
I am regular reader of ISS and like the stories posted on this site. However, this is the first time I am posting my story and this is a true incident. This happened sometime in March 2004 when I was working in Bangalore. I was 24 at that time. There was this lady Celia working in my company as a secretary. She was 30 then. She is a pretty gorgeous woman. Wheatish in color, pretty voluptuous with vitals of 36C-28-38, with nice fleshy arms and thighs as well. I took part in some company cultural...
Degradation of a Slave – Story 1 “Down slut… on your knees, bend forward with your forearms on the floor. Lift your ass higher… I want to see your hole. Good slut. Now stay in position, do not move.” He reaches for the crop while telling her what he plans to do to her. Discipline her, command her, fuck her hard in all her holes. “But first,” he says as he walks to the far side of the room, “you will crawl.” He hears her moan softly, then sees her moving forward. Coming closer, crawling nearly...
FetishIt was May 17, 2034, and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a bit nervous. My son Mark is 20 years old today, so he has to sexually humiliate my wife, his mom, in order to demonstrate his disrespect for (and power over) women. My daughter was Degraded last year, but there was much less pressure, since women are not allowed in the workforce, unless they're Drains, i.e., cock and cum receptacles for men at the workplace. Mark has completed the requisite six-month training program on how to properly...
We start, as we so often do, by tasting, kissing. I kiss your cheek, then your mouth, then part my lips, as you part yours, and caress your lips with my tongue. And while we are kissing, my hands and fingers are lightly exploring and caressing the graceful curves and hollows of your neck, your shoulder, your upper arm - and where my hands have gone, my lips and tongue soon follow, with touches even lighter and softer than my gentle fingers. Then I touch your breasts through your clothes,...
The water is steaming hot as Page slips into the round, wooden tub. The prospect of washing away the filth and degradation of the day’s events are greater than the knowledge of what’s ahead of her. Only right now matters. What comes next is something she will deal with, when it comes. So far Diana hasn’t said a word. She had the bath almost ready by the time Page arrived, during which time she helped the new arrival with the removal of what little clothing remained. Now as Page relaxes,...
Clarice felt the mattress dip beneath his weight when he returned to her later that night. She had been asleep for hours, but she opened her eyes now, waiting for him in the dark. She knew what he would want. It was always the same when he returned from a hunt with his blood up, adrenaline racing; there was something about the primal act of killing that returned him to his baser instincts. He would fuck her now, and her usually controlled lover would transform into a wild beast, driven to rut...
They had simply run. After her final admission in the lake house, Hannibal had taken a carving knife from the butcher’s block on the kitchen island and swiftly brought it down behind her head, sawing through her ponytail in one deliberate motion, freeing her from the imprisonment of the broken refrigerator door. Clarice’s gasp had had nothing to do with fear and everything to do with the realization that he was taking her with him. And a lot to do with the fact that she wanted to...
Chapter one: UpbringingI am Nisha...my name means Night! I was born in a city in India. The only chlild to my parents. My mom was housewife and dad worked with the government. We didnt have much relatives. It was just the three of us all the time.Just before I was born we came to this city much away from my grandparents.Mom was very strict, she used to get angry on me and scold me every now and then. Her punishments were very severe, she used to spank me with cooking spatula or anything thats...
Page is bubbling over with excitement. She is humming as she steps into the apartment that she shares with her roommate. Her excitement only increases when she sees her roommate, Howard, strolling through the living room in nothing but a pair of swim trunks. Howard has been a fantasy of Page’s since seeing him nearly naked the first time when he first became her roommate. The man is built like a god with short dark hair. When he grows out his beard, he looks even hotter and makes her want to...
Page takes her car out into the countryside early the next morning. She drives about five hundred yards on small dirt road; she then parks her car in the brush. The Rowen farm is still a couple of miles west, but she doesn’t want to take any chances with them stumbling across her car, if she needs to make an escape. With the expense account Danny had given her, Page was able to pay off any remaining debts she owed in researching the farm. She has spent the last three years looking into the...
Page slowly drifts back to wakefulness at the sound of talking. It isn’t very loud, more like a murmur, but it is constant. Instead of opening her eyes, she tries to get a sense of where she is. She’s obviously lying on the ground because, not only is it hard, but it feels gritty like sand. Something or someone keeps bumping into her leg and she can sense another presence up by her head. Then of course there are a couple voices, talking to one another in front of her. These voices are...
“I’m sure you are full of questions,” Hera says, taking a seat at the edge of the bed. “I am not here to give you answers. That is not my job. But you stay on my good side and I will make sure you get the things you want.” Page’s ears perk up at the sound of this. She quickly sits upright, eyes like saucers hoping to gleam something from this woman. “Do you know something?” Hera places a finger on Page’s lips. “I told you that I’m not here to answer your questions. You can ask Zayne...
Morning comes pretty quick even though Page didn’t sleep much. Zayne had kept her up most of the night, keeping her in a state of bliss. Climaxing for most of the night was pleasurable, but very, very exhausting. And when he fucked her, a different layer of who Zayne truly is came out. By the time Page was allowed to sleep, she quickly began regretting the whole situation. And whatever is in that water or soap, didn’t last. For much of the last hour, Page has been lying in the bed, with her...
Page is warm and cozy and sore. As the rays of sunshine seep through the window, to bathe her face in its warmth, she stirs in the sheets. Stretching, she winces, a reminder of her punishment. Afraid to reach back, to see if her asshole is still agape, Page rolls out of from beneath the blanket to let the sunshine paint her skin. She is alone. This was another part of her punishment. Zayne explained that it is a house rule, a means to make the pet feel the full effects of a punishment. She...
Page doesn’t know how long she has been kept in her metal solitude, but it feels like it been eternity. Days turn into nights, nights into days. Meals come and go, so do the cleaners. She eats, sleeps and shits in her tiny prison. She watches Zayne fuck countless other pets. He doesn’t touch her, doesn’t talk to her and most of the time he doesn’t even look at her. The few time he does show her attention it’s to whips out his cock to relieve himself on her. Right now, Page has just managed...
To say that Zayne is disappointed with Page’s performance is an understatement. The man is pissed. “I thought you would have learned your lesson,” he says angrily, as he drags Page down the hall by her wrists. Page doesn’t put up a fight, and even if she wanted to, she knows she’d lose that fight, and being dragged would be the least of her concerns. So she lets the man do what he wants, and in this case—manhandle her. But when they skip Zayne’s room, she begins to have some concern. The...
After Rob leaves the room, Page and Lisa remain in the wooden tub, relaxing and not talking. While the mysterious mountain water helps to eradicate any inhibition and reservations they may have, what had happened eats away at Page. What Lisa made the woman do, eats away at her. “Okay, look,” Lisa says, breaking the silence. “I didn’t want to do the things I did or say what I said.” Page is instantly startled by the words, but is careful to keep it hidden. With everything that has happened...
The woods are a lot different at night, especially for two women with no idea where they are going. Page has been leading the way in the direction she thinks her car is in. But they have been running for hours and it is taking a toll on them both. “I’m sorry,” Page says to the girl as they rest against a large tree. “I thought I knew which way to go.” Lisa looks at her with hope-filled eyes. “Does anything look familiar?” Page quickly shakes her head. “Not in the dark,” she answers after a...
The days blur together for Page. She doesn’t leave Eris’ quarters for anything. The matriarch herself barely leaves the room. Their food is even delivered to them. The pair has four activities: sleeping, easting, bathing and fucking. Strangely too, Page feels more like a queen then a slave. Page has learned several things over the last few days. She has learned more about what Eris and her family are and their history. She even learned about how the feral came about and why the Rowen family...
“My mother thought I was weak—too weak to become the head of this family,” Eris narrates. “I proved her and everyone else wrong about that. At least I thought I had. A Rowen has been the head of this house since its founding and it will remain this way long after I no longer am its matriarch!” Eris slowly steps off the stage, looking to every face that she passes. No one smiles or frowns. They don’t shift and seem to barely breathe. The guilty ones know who they are, and so does she. “I...
fondamaid asked: Hi. Sorry it's been a while. I haven't dressed and I felt a little odd sending you a note while in men's clothing. Today I'm dresses, corseted, and locked up. I'm just not sure how long I'll keep myself locked up. I did finally get baby oil to use though and the cage is more comfortable because of it. I thought lube would work fine, but I was wrong. Now I'm all sissied up and wondering what I should do. Part of me thinks I should practice pleasing real men.I hope that, when you...
Three of the four guys that came for the gangbang were all large older black men, covered in tattoos and each one standing over six foot three and weighing well over two hundred pounds, the fourth black guy was the youngest at twenty three and only about five foot nine, and maybe one hundred & seventy pounds, but Tyler said he had the longest cock he had ever seen on a human. His name was Johnny, but in the joint his name was Long John Silver, because of his extra long cock and his silver...
"Degraded Assets" Part 3 of 6 - "On the outside" By Quiet Savage "In all the above exercises, and after every exercise, please remember to give unlimited praise to your dog. I always tell my pupils to bring the right hand down and scratch the dog's chest after every exercise. Dogs love this, and stay still with a benign expression on their faces as long as you like to continue it." - From "Dog Training My Way" by Barbara Woodhouse "Bunny! Bunny!" she hated him and his pet...
Rebecca was 22, tall and blonde, but was a virgin and had never been kissed because guys didn’t like her arrogant attitude. Whilst being very insecure on the inside, she portrayed a snobby personality and ‘looked down’ on others. Her parents noticed this behavior and were concerned that it would affect her finding a husband. The family was very wealthy, and prided themselves on being the most perfect, rich family within their upper-class community. Rebecca, however, was spoiling...
This is the part 2 of degrading my aunt and family to be my sex slaves…. In the previous part, I drugged my aunt Reema and had sex with her in the sleep… Took a video and later blackmailed her to fuck me… And made her my slave… Now that Reema aunty was my slave I thought of breaking her mind and make her addicted to sex and intern addicted to me… We had continuous sex sessions after I return from class. Some days I would fake becoming sick and fuck her all day long without any breaks… Her...
IncestGeneral standard generic disclaimer: If you are offended by sex, rape, men being turned in to women, sodomy or homosexuality; if reading such material is illegal in your area or you are under age, then do not read this story. General standard generic end to general standard generic disclaimer - you have been warned. "If you don't stand for something, You'll fall for anything." - A slogan I once saw on a button "Degraded Assets" Part 1 of 6 - "Pride came first - it was the...
"Blame and punishment are intensely individual matters. Where they are used to correct and to better the character, where they are the tools of the friends and teacher and not the weapons of the enemy, great care must be used. Character building is an aim, not a technique, and the end has justified the means. Society has just about come to the conclusion that merely punishing the criminal does not reform him, and merely to punish the child has but part of the effect desired. In...
Mum had asked me to go across to the neighbors house and put some feed out for their cat.They were in Stockholm for the weekend and she had agreed to look after their property while they were away.I alway suspected he was keen on me, simply by the way he lecherously looked me up and down, but then again, if he did not then I would be disappointed, as I was at that age where being admired, regardless of reason, was what made my day, it was both reassuring and desirable to know you were...
She was a senior in high school in a small Northern California town. Her good friend Traci moved to Nevada about two hours away. Traci was a average looking blonde girl who was a bit on the heavy side. She liked to hang out with Carmen , because she would attract a lot of boys. So during spring break she went up to visit her and stay the weekend. Once she got there they went to the mall and they met up with her friends new boyfriend, Darren, who was quite attractive and athletic and he was...
Oh, poor little sissy - all dressed up in its sexy stockings and pretty girlie underwear, drowning in girlie sensations, thoughts and emotions desperately wants to masturbate... but can’t. The frustration. It already feels weak and submissive, all painted like a girl, dressed in its stockings and girlie things... but locking away its misallocated make genitalia amplifies its sense of submission and weakness many times. It feels impotent, helpless, pathetic. It desperately wants to relieve...
This will be a familiar scene to many a sissy and transvestite - home alone, dressed up in stockings, high heels, panties and bra......probably belonging to your mother, sister, wife, girlfriend, painted with makeup and nail polish......masturbating away as you wallow in a deluge of girlie sensations - the soft friction of you sheer stockinged legs brush aghast each other and pretty panties around you waist, the tight embrace of a woman’s around your flat chest......immersed in girlie thoughts...
Writing Class F/M By [email protected] I finished high school, I went to college because I wanted to become a newspaper reporter. I liked working with people and I liked getting the facts correct on events that happened in the community. So I entered college and took a lot of journalism classes. Most of the classes I really enjoyed and I had a very high grade point average. I made the Dean’s list every semester and everything was going great.Then I had to take a class called “Writing...
SpankingHi everyone, my name is Samar KC (name changed). I am from Pokhara, Nepal. I am 25 years old, 5’8″ in height, fair skin tone, and have an average body. I was basically born and raised here in Pokhara. So, all my childhood and teenage days were spent in Pokhara. Growing up as a teenager, I always had a lust for girls. I used to casually tease or poke fun at them but never harass them in any way. So, in a way, I was quite frank with girls and could blend with them easily. This is a true story...
Go-go by Emile Copyright 2008Carlos didn't like being a go-go boy. For starters, as he slid his arse down the greased pole, squatting wide, a john kept squeezing his ballsac. Hard. The guys weren't supposed to touch, but Mitch the manager had his own rules, and the main one was if it made him money, it was okay. So the guys could pet Carlos all they pleased, so long as they didn't pull off his g-string - without paying anyway. He stayed on his haunches, gyrating slowly just like Mitch had...
Breathing hard, as if just having gone through a training program, she couldn’t believe it. He did that, honestly? Max and I honestly, truly fucked like we did, she asked herself. He didn’t know better. This was his first time. He hoped, and it looked like that on his face, that he’d done okay. He wore that simpleton’s expression on his face, the one in which said to others did I do it right? “Wow Max” and she took another deep breath of air, “and you’ve…you’ve never had,” and she did it again....
*Author’s Note: This is a follow-up to Frankie & Mrs. Young. If you have not read that, please use the link at the bottom of the page and read it first as much of the needed background for this story is in that one. For those who have read it, please enjoy the continuing journey of a young man who is near a dear to my heart (even if he is a fictional character.) ~NW~ Frankie stood on the porch of what was Mrs. Young’s house. Behind the door before him, was the house where he learned how to make...
December 1992, PragueStanding in the magnificent aura of Prague, recently unshackled from the oppressive regime by the fall of the Soviet Union, Millicent heartily breathed in the fresh, clear cold air. The city was shown in all its glory: the fairy-tale architecture of St. Vitus cathedral, the National Museum, even the Old Bridge Tower presented themselves straight out of a photography portrait. A year ago, even a month, Millicent would have allowed herself to be immersed in its beauty. A...
HistoricalPrologue By Wendygyrl And Hungry Guy Hey! I just wanted to tell you that I LOVED your stories. Also the ones you wrote with Romangirl. They are very hot! DEATH BY EMAIL was definitely my favorite so far, but I really liked DEATH WISH as well. They got me very aroused. Ever since I was raped, I've had this shameful fetish and can't seem to get it out of my mind. -Wendygyrl Hey, Wendy! You know the kind of stories I write. Your email really turned me on! I've never raped anyone, and I never...
Chanel Grey and her man are getting a hankering to smoke some good green and purple ganja, but when they check the stash spot, they see they are all out of nug. Chanel is no slouch in the streets, and she has a solution. She is going to go hit up the plug herself. She shows up at the dealers house and is immediately enraptured by his tall and dark figure. He shows her inside to his bedroom, and instead of inspecting nugs, she ends up getting a closer look at his nuts. He offers her a head high...
xmoviesforyouHi, I’m Sarah, married to Ted who has posted several Tales of our exploits, with my permission of course, however with me having lots of time on my hands, due to the current situation, I thought I would start telling a few of my own and compile a “Sarah’s Stories” series. Obviously these will be written with Ted’s permission and a little help. Enjoy!!xEarly on in our relationship, which didn’t start until we were both in out thirties, we enjoyed the thrills of finding out exactly what flicked...
It was the morning after a big party at my aunt's house to celebrate the start of the summer holidays and my sister and I had slept in the front room, me on the floor and her on the couch. I awoke aching from the hard floor and the effects of a night of drinking and dancing. My sister Cassandra - 'Cassie' - on the other hand, seemed to blossom out of her blanket as fresh as if the party was about to start. Even her subtle makeup was hardly disturbed, I suppose because we'd only been asleep a...
The wonderful thing about Saturday, Alex Ghirardelli thought, is that you don't have to get out of bed until you're damn good and ready. The sad thing was, after twenty-eight years of getting up at 04:00 to start breakfast for hungry sailors, Lex was damn good and ready. He'd already slept in two hours later than usual. Lex slipped from the covers, knowing that no matter how careful he was, the motion would wake DeeDee. She was a light sleeper—always had been. He watched her cat-like...
When I stepped off the plane in Las Vegas I was met with a cold wind. I never dreamed Vegas would be cold in the winter. It is in the desert it is suppose to be hot. I was dressed for warm weather and so was my girlfriend I will refer to as "Tattoo Girl". She has eight tattoos on various areas of her body and three of them have my name in them. The biggest, on her right shoulder simply says "Marks Girl". (not my real name but close enough) We rushed to a taxi and quickly headed to our hotel. It...
"We can talk about it tomorrow. I'm sorry but I'm going to bed." He crawled in between the cool covers, and fell asleep almost immediately. He felt her as she came to bed and crawled very close to him a little later. But then he was asleep again. Robert awoke to the bed shaking thinking that what he felt was an earthquake. He looked at Katie who had her back to him, and a hand between her legs rubbing herself violently. It didn't take very long until she was groaning, and then...
If I kept adding to my little family, I was gonna need a bigger camper. The boat was covered with leaves and twigs, but was unhurt. I didn’t care how it looked as long as it functioned right now. Besides, it seemed like I was going to have plenty of deckhands for a while. Robbie loved the boat, looking over the railing while I kept a firm grip on him. Nat didn’t like it at all, it was too high off the water to suit her. She went from Julie to Carrie, clinging. They finally took the kids...
I watched as Jenny Card came out of the rear entrance of her parent's pizza place. She trotted lightly across the parking lot and jumped into Eddy's car. I was parked next to Eddy, but it was late in the evening and I was sure that Jenny couldn't see me in the shadows. I scrunched down in the seat of my old Mustang and prepared myself for a show. Jenny immediately wrapped her arms around Eddy's neck. Their faces moved in and out of the shadows, but it was obvious that they were swapping...
Tahir was worried now. He had been searching almost all day. Still he had searched until he had run out of options. Thinking for only a minute he reached out and found Helena. Pulling, she was suddenly there next to him. Screaming at him, she tried to desperately escape screaming that she had to save her daughters. Intrigued, Tahir, listened as she explained why she had done what she had and why. Believing her, he touched her arm and they were back in the east waiting for the man who had...
Hello iss readers main iss ka bahut badi fan hu aur main apni chudai ki bahut sari kahani batayi hu. Ap sab mujhe mail karte h aur mujhse chat karte h uske liye thanks ap sab mujhe mail karte rahiye main apse whatsapp par chat karungi main raat bhar whatsapp par online rahti hu. Main delhi ki rahne wali hu aur main call center me job karti hu. Mera figure 36 30 38 h aur main ek dum fair hu aur bahut sexy hu. Main aj ap sabko apni chudai ki ek aur saccchi kahani batane ja rahi hu kaise main...
When the babysitter cancels on MILF Penny Pax, her husband suggests asking their redhead neighbour Jayden Cole to stand in. Luckily Jayden’s free, and she comes over awfully dressed up to babysit. Penny sends her husband to wait in the car and then coldly accuses Jayden of deliberately flirting with him. Jayden sets the record straight. Her intention was not to toy with him. The one she wants is Penny. Jayden comes on strong, even copping a feel of her pussy, and Penny, the perfect wife...
xmoviesforyouTracy and Ellie sat on Ellie's bed looking at her laptop and reading some of the hundreds of daily Facebook entries they checked about their friends. They both had about seven hundred friends. Matt knocked and stuck his head in the open bedroom door. This was the time for what he expected would be a very awkward discussion with his sister. He'd briefly talked to Tracy about approaching Ellie together regarding Tracy's request that Ellie join the little sex club that had formed around the...
We had a very, very pleasant day in Westmouth. During what remained of the morning, we strolled along the seafront and then had lunch in the pub at the end of one of the town’s three piers. In the afternoon, we walked up Westmouth Hill to visit the university campus. I thought it might be nice to get a feel for the place to help me make up my mind if I wanted to apply there or not. “I can’t believe this place,” Clarissa said as we came out of the massive campus library. “It’s just so ......
I was back at the Coddingtown Mall, or almost. Santa Rosa Ski & Sport was just across Guerneville road from the mall. I found everything I needed there, including a rack that I could mount myself to the spare tire mount on the rear. When they showed me a mount that fit over the spare tire mounting bracket, allowing you to put the spare back on the mount after attaching the ski rack, I was sold. I bought a nice pair of Radar X-Caliber combo skis and bindings, a Hyperlite life vest and...
Jenny opened one eye and looked at the bedside clock - 6.48 am. "Not worth trying to get back to sleep," she thought to herself before levering her naked body out from under her father's arm and sliding out of the king-size bed that dominated her parent's room. Stretching once, she headed towards the bathroom and an invigorating shower. She needed to wash off the dried cum and blood left over from the previous night's exertions with her well endowed sire. "Friday," she mused, "last...
If you knew me back in high school, then you would know that I am not the crazy type. I never seen or heard things that were not there. Indeed, I am about the non-craziest person you might know but the event I had experienced on that fateful night was certainly real. I know that you might not believe me but I know what I saw and I cannot forget the things that were done to me. My friends knew me as Mackenzie and I was a twenty year old college student with a down to earth kind of mind. Most...
We were relaxing in the cockpit. Anne heared a splash and turned around to see the other boat close by. It turns out that one of the guys dove into the water. She looked at me funny and asks how long have they be there. I smile and indicate a while. Anne turned red in the face and asked if they saw anything. I suggest that I wasn’t sure with a quirky smile on my face. (Anne loves nude sailing but she is a little shy when others are around) The guy in the water throws his swim suit onto the boat...
ExhibitionismIntroduction: In the near future, a young Irish girl fulfills her fantasy of becoming a prostitute at Japans most expensive brothel: the Kink Palace, a place where there are no limits… only price-tags. Chapter One ———– So what are the risks of… you know. Of dying? Kathryn asked. We take every precaution, the Japanese man across from her guaranteed. He was in his late forties – gaunt, stoic, the stereotypical Asian businessman in a sharp suit and thin glasses. He regarded her scrutinizingly,...