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Losing Control - Part 5

The pressure on me increases as I move into Helen's house and I'm introduced to my new uniform

In the four weeks since it was agreed I would move into Helen and Alice’s house, I’d achieved everything required of me, including putting my flat on the market, placing most of my possessions into storage, selling my car, getting used to the chastity dev...

Our Guest from Mexico, Part 1

Maribel was only supposed to stay a few days, but she quickly found a way to stay longer . . .

Maribel was from Monterrey, Mexico and we brought her to our house to live with us while she worked on getting her papers right. She wanted to immigrate to the US and her brother, a construction worker in my company, thought it would be better to have his...

Aisa

A robotic housekeeper discovers pleasure within herself and with her owners

I could tell something was wrong with my programming from the very start. I'd been brought to my clients' home on a warm Sunday morning, probably delivered in a truck. The delivery man must have unboxed me, showed my clients how to care for my body, and w...

Our Stories: Seducing the Staff

On a business trip, my wife turns a week of flirting with the maid into a threesome

My company decided to send me to a conference in San Jose, CA on pretty short notice. Sheri had a bunch of vacation time, so I asked my boss if she could join me. It was no problem, but finding a hotel room in close proximity was much harder. We were alwa...

In My New House 2

After the Louis forced himself onto Andrew, though he did like it, will Andrew leave?

I woke up that morning with my head in the pillow as usual, but as I started to rise up, a horrible pain ripped through me, from my butt all the way through my body. I groaned and flopped back down onto the king-sized bed. I felt my face redden, as I thou...

In My New House

A sexy, gay house keeper who wants a little too much fun

This is based on a dream I had. I grew up with a gay dad, so I admit, I wasn't exactly against gays, but that didn't say I was one. My father wasn't just gay, he was a cross dressing gay. He always went out in a dress, make up and high heels. I have no id...

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