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Bar Babe

StoryTeller — Thu, 21 Jan 2010 16:58:58 +0000

When I walked into the bar, I didn’t notice her at first. I sat in a booth in a dark corner and ordered a drink from the waitress.

The waitress returned with my drink, and when I went to pay her for it, she said it had already been taken care of by the blonde at the end of the bar. I looked, and there was Sandy, sitting on a stool at the end of the bar. [read more...]

Baby Husband

StoryTeller — Thu, 21 Jan 2010 16:58:13 +0000

– Chapter One - The Clinic

Ann was stunned as she hung up the phone. She’d known John had been going to the Centre’s clinic about his headaches and stomach problems, but didn’t know he’d been seeing a lady shrink.

He’d mentioned he’d seen the psychologist who’d given him some relaxation and meditation exercises to follow, and they had seemed to help. But he’d never mentioned seeing another doctor, and a young woman [read more...]

Yet Another She Devil Story

StoryTeller — Thu, 21 Jan 2010 16:56:19 +0000

I went through the windshield after I hit the pickup. Witnesses say that I impacted on the flat bed’s side panel and bounced across the street. I don’t remember anything at all.

I do remember the Hospital. First as a blur. Lots of people coming and going, prodding me, poking, sticking me with needles. I was in traction, arms and legs casted and pulled up at odd angles. I slept a lot.

Sheila was great. Sheila De Ville was my fiance. I’d just met her when it happened. We had a whirlwind romance and the doctors told me [read more...]

Al/Alicia (transvestite)

StoryTeller — Thu, 21 Jan 2010 16:55:25 +0000

To Miss Stephanie,

It was almost time for Stephanie to get home and Alicia was getting warm with excitement at the thought. She was finishing the vacuuming, the last of the housework that she had told her to do that day. Nothing thrilled her more than playing servant to the tall, imperious girl she had married. She was so beautiful and she loved her so much – that kneeling in submission before her was the supreme pleasure in her life. She had a hard-on in her tight panties, beneath the frilly white apron that covered them, truly a slave of love to that [read more...]

Anderson’s Training part 3

StoryTeller — Thu, 21 Jan 2010 16:54:00 +0000

Sherry found herself in La Crosse, Wisconsin. The routine was similicity itself: She would fly as co-pilot for a DC-3 to Madison, Janesville, Rockford, IL and into Midway, . At each point, part of the cargo would be loaded on so that when they arrived in Chicago they normally had a full load. The cargo (which was in containers) would be transferred to a cargo jet and taken to the national sorting center. Christa Welles (the DC-3’s Captain) and Sherry would try to catch a few winks in the female bunkroom until the outbound cargo was delivered. Then they would fly the DC-3 [read more...]

Anderson’s Training part 2

StoryTeller — Thu, 21 Jan 2010 16:53:03 +0000

Sherry went to the pharmacy and had the prescription filled. The prescription called for taking Premarin and Provera on a 25- day cycle. She realized that she’d have to make a schedule of some kind to keep track of what day to take what. The pills had to be taken with food and had to be taken at approximately the same time each day. The pharmacist gave her a lengthy brochure about what to expect while taking hormones. She read that once she got back to the townhouse. Mood swings, weepiness, long-term risks of cancer; it was heartening to realize that [read more...]

Anderson’s Training

StoryTeller — Thu, 21 Jan 2010 16:50:59 +0000

Things began to change a little in the second month. Doris took Anderson to a hairdresser. No names were mentioned, but she clucked with disapproval at the military haircut. Anderson thought his hair was long; it was longer than the uniform regs allowed, but still short. The stylist recut it into a hairstyle that was short but fairly feminine. She looked at his nails. “Your nails are a mess. You need to stop chewing them.” She painted them with a clear liquid, thed waited for the coating to dry. “Now chew on them,” she said. Anderson [read more...]

“Captive Hacker” – Chapter 4

StoryTeller — Tue, 12 Jan 2010 22:13:30 +0000

(FdomTdomM M+M ds bd nc tort tv rape rim sad) It has been some time since I have updated this journal and I am struggling to find the courage to do so now. Many things have happened, the least of which is my slide into depression and despair. Even as it hurts me physically I am going to detail the events of the last few days to try and relieve the mental torment.

I had decided that the pretence of being the sex slave of Mistress Green was unsupportable and being tortured when I was eventually allowed to ejaculate [read more...]

Three of Us

JohnNST — Tue, 05 Jan 2010 16:52:06 +0000

Within about 15 minutes Lloyd lost the final hand and pulled off his last item of clothing which was, of course, his shorts. I was down to pants and shorts and Janice had lost everything but bra, panties and, to be sure, her garter belt and hose. She and I wasted no time in stripping off what remained. "Let's have another drink around before we go on with the game" Janice said, and Lloyd poured out three on the rocks. They looked to me like triples! Well, I thought, let's get good and loaded. We sat back and drank, Lloyd and Janice on the couch and me in an easy chair. We all took a good look at each other; I sure liked what I saw and it was obvious they did [read more...]

Anderson’s Training

StoryTeller — Wed, 30 Dec 2009 17:39:40 +0000

Dr. Trotti was in his late 40s. He shook hands and led them into a darkened room. There was a screen on the wall and an overhead projector that could project computer images. "Sherry, my field is reconstructive surgery, though maybe should say constructive surgery. Take a look at this." He turned the [read more...]