Tag: Surrender

Trick or Treat?

As I got older Halloween became less and less inviting, but more captivating. Let me explain, you see I grew up in a neighborhood where you could trick or treat for blocks and most of the houses participated. They did it right! Big candy bars, m&m’s, homemade treats (from people we knew), even dollar bills.

My friends and I had established an usual route that we ventured off to every Halloween just before dusk. It started at my friend George’s house, because he was the most centrally located. We circled each of the ten blocks as fast as we could, then go back to the houses that offered the best candy, switching up our costumes a little. Yes, we were sneakily little candy hounds. Read more…

Pepper’s Fantasy Phone Call

(Ring… Ring… Ring)

Hello.

   Good evening Mistress, this is Pepper.

Hi!  Good evening.  How are you?

   Well… Im very good and very excited to be speaking with you.

Very good, My pet.  Ive been thinking of you and Im excited to be talking to you too.  Are you wearing your panties and chastity? Read more…

Falling for her part II

 

 

As the player moved up and down in concert with his chest he felt impatient, “when will it start?” he thought.  He calmed himself inside his mind and began to wonder why he was acting this way.  He had not even been able to hear a recording yet but the anticipation was so intense as if it were Christmas morning, Halloween night and the first time in love all wrapped up into one.  He started to tell himself to forget this sillyness and then he heard it. Read more…

Pig-maleon

Burton Clay pressed the flashing button on his office intercom. “Yes, Molly?” he asked in the clipped tones of a busy man.

“There is a depositor requesting to see you,” the voice of his secretary reported.

Burton looked at his watch. It was two-thirty. Even with shortened summer hours on a Friday afternoon, the bank would not close for another hour and a half. “All right,” he said into the intercom with weary resignation, “send him in.” Read more…

Conversion

 

            The doorbell rang. Goddess Marquesa sighed. Since injuring her foot, she had been largely housebound, and even common chores like answering the door posed a challenge. Whoever it was had better be on important business. With painful effort, she rose.

            Standing on the front step the Goddess found an attractive brunette. The visitor was tall, late 30’s or early 40’s, wearing a prim pastel lavender skirt suit. Clasped tightly to her breast, bound in black leather with gilt lettering across the cover, was the Holy Bible, held so that the title would be visible to whoever answered the door. Read more…

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