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Nude Lingerie 2

Following the exploits of Pussy Power Lingerie...

As I finished reapplying my make-up, I looked at my co-workers next to me in the Ladies Room. We were lined up before the mirror with a dressing table at pussy level, all naked save for our stockings, shoes and make-up. The new dress code for the office h...

Slip

I slip off my bra and panties in a restaurant. Then other things start to slip, like my inhibitions.

My husband handed me a little slip of paper almost as soon as we took our coats off and sat down. The paper just said "bra", which was easy enough, but we hadn't even ordered yet. There wasn't really anyone seated near us. I could slip my bra off pretty e...

The Teen Slut And The Gas Man

The gas man gets a nice surprise when he comes to read the meter

Ever since my encounter with an older man, Paul, and the sexual exploits he introduced me to, my sex drive had become insatiable. I suddenly found myself with an unrelenting desire to flash my body in public. It was shortly after my seventeenth birthday t...

At Work Bottomless: III

Naked breakfast.

I was in the back seat of Corey’s car with a nice pile of cash on my lap.  In the last couple of hours, I had run through the back of the house at a major Vegas casino, flashing much of the staff a very sexy commando up-skirt.  In the dealers' workroom, I...

Barb's First Paid Photo Shoot (Part #1)

JoAnn asked: "Could you handle ten or more pissing on you?"

We were sitting in the living room after supper, sipping some wine when we decided to look at our joint profile on Fetlife (Pixie_and_Daddy). We wanted to respond to messages that we might have received and look at photo comments. That task took us about...

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Summer At Pond Cove - Chapter 08

A few final surprises await Walter and Holly at Pond Cove

It’s hard to believe that my summer at Pond Cove has come to an end. Things didn’t finish the way I had expected. Actually, things didn’t begin the way I expected either and the summer was nothing like I thought it would be. I thought I would have a lot o...

Summer at Pond Cove - Chapter 06

A submissive caterpillar becomes an assertive butterfly.

Around the middle of July things started to get weird at Pond Cove. You may be wondering what I consider weird since I have been telling how I and three other submissives have been running around naked obeying our Mistresses all summer, but this is differ...

A Completely Consensual Reluctant Gangbang

Modern technology helps solve a modern problem.

The #metoo movement is helping to right many wrongs in our society, but it is also making it much more difficult for men and women to interact, especially in flirting or casual pickup situations. But modern technology is always ready to offer a solution t...

Baring Body as Sun tans on Balcony

Finds confidence to bare all as neighbour voyeurs her tanning on balcony

It is a really hot humid summer day. Although I showered only an hour ago, I am already feeling uncomfortable and sweaty, my top and skirt are sticking to me. I wish I had a swimming pool. I look outside the window of my kitchen onto my balcony. The sun i...

Summer at Pond Cove - Chapter 05

A new D/s pair drops in on the Mistresses & subs of Pond Cove.

Fourth of July was interesting here at Pond Cove. For one thing, there were tons of people on the ocean beach and a bunch of boats bobbing in the water just offshore. They were there to watch the fireworks show in the main harbor. It was several miles awa...

"You're Late"

A hard and fast account: Your punishment for me takes a different turn than I was expecting.

“You’re late,” you hiss as I arrive. I frown. I hadn’t thought I was late at all. I check my watch again and I cringe. Crap… late. “I’m sorry, Sir,” I whisper, knowing the words are empty to you. We'd already spoken about my tardiness before, and this was...