I went over and sipped it down - just a cheap sherry wine, I thought, reminiscent of Sam on a Sunday morning. A girl came over to them then. She looked barely old enough to drive but had a poise that made her seem far older. Without a word, she slipped out of her shirt, discarded her bra, and peeled down her shorts and panties. She kissed the boy, and with one hand slowly slipped him out of the rubber milkmaid. Liz and Elena are OCs of . He is my biggest inspiration and the reason I decided to start writing and posting my work. This story even takes some inspiration from his wonderful Asuka comic. In the circumstances, a drink was not something I was going to object to. "O.K., fine," I said, not trusting myself with anything else. Having been sedated only minutes before, she could hardly remember why she was here. She could remember parts of what happened, but not too much. She had been with Elena, in her own personal cell behind her mistress’s office. The police had busted in, waving their guns around. Then they took her. That was all she could remember for now.

I responded in a flurry of words saying that I was interested in the advertised position of cleaner. ….I explained that as a student I was looking for some part time work. She pulled and twisted, testing the knots, but they didn't budge. "Oh God," she said. Then, "This is good..." she struggled again.”You're marvellous," she said. "Marvellous! The ropes are so tight!" More pulling and twisting. Her face was flushed now. She wasn't exerting herself all that much but even so her temples were beading with perspiration. With her wrists hoisted high I could also see damp spreading through the underarm eyelets of her mac. to you, but the service to me is the most important REMEMBER. And one more thing, forget about your life, if you mention any of these things with your parents. Good...but there is one thing...I would want to call you by girls name...would you be you happy with that”. At lunch the following day, she seemed to have been comfortably repossessed by her fiction. "It's a week on Saturday," she said. "Can you manage that?"She was aware of only one even vaguely uncomfortable sensation: a dull ache in her chest. She looked down and realized her breasts had swelled considerably. They felt heavy. She longed to be touched. Then bearded man placed his hand on one swollen globe and squeezed the nipple. Fire shot through her, and she found release as the nipple began steadily spurting milk, which the man caught in his glass. He released her nipple when the glass was full, raised his hand as if to toast her, and drank. She watched herself disappear into his mouth, watched his Adam’s apple work to gulp her down, and she wriggled in satisfaction. It was then that she realized what she had become. Some hybrid of person and catsuit and cow, a kind of rubber milkmaid in some cutting-edge bar.

That's the rule, the Roman working day. I can't really imagine eight hours. It'll be awful. It terrifies me. Look!" She held out a shaking hand. "I dreamt about it last night, after you had gone. It was that practice with the ropes, I suppose." Sir and I have found that very thin latex is the least reactive. My transparent latex is very thin (and fragile) and for this new experiment in 24/7 enclosure, I am taken out of my full enclosure suits and bathed at least once, sometimes twice a day. Please, what are you doing to me?" she asked frantically. "Who are you? Why am I all tied up?" Fear bubbled through every vein in her body. "Why won’t I need my license anymore?" she whispered, as tears began to stream down her face. "Are you going to kill me?" When he was done, he made the comment that he wants to get one of these collars for his girlfriend.

If I was at a private party, I might wear skintight clothing depending on the event, ie a catsuit maybe with a hood/mask. This broke her studied detachment. She strained her head up and shook it left and right in an effort I think to forbid such a gross departure from the prescribed procedure, but roped more or less immobile as she was, silenced as she was, virtually expressionless as she was, her powers of protest were not considerable.

put your cousin into a far away school because I wanted to be a real mistress at home. Well enough of that, now YOU have to replace your uncle's positionIt opened immediately, as though, what I suppose might have been the case, Sarah's cue for opening it was the strike of five, not my fallible ringing of the bell. I went to kiss her, but she drew away. She wouldn't even meet my eyes. Her special day had clearly begun. But now, I can't show my face or body in public. To facilitate this, Sir has me wear a burqa in public. The first one he got me was an authentic, Afghani blue georgette burqa with all the pleats and the little perforated panel in front. I got used to wearing it with normal clothes under neath, then with latex underneath. I had to learn how to keep it closed around me while walking. It's actually a hoot. Poeple stare, but they don't say anything. it makes me feel very protected and safe. That almost sums them both up. The Diadem is mainly an Emma-Peel-style showreel, with lots of fighting and not much plot, while Mini-Killers obviously had a bigger budget, was shot in color in exotic locations, with a bigger cast, some special effects, and a more convoluted plot involving killer dolls. No, but there is value in a lot of religious things. We have it so easy. We are comfortable, we are warm and full, and we take it all for granted. We should stop every now and again. Stop and realise, appreciate."

It was later still that she explained, hinting obscurely at first, what it was she really wanted to do, or have done to her, once prepared in this singular way. My story starts many years ago when as student in my twenties I lived in London….on my way home from college one day I passed a local corner shop when my eye was dawn to a beautifully hand written postcard pinned to the local services notice board in the window….it read Retired Professional Lady seeks Part Time Cleaner... uniform and training will be provided. You can now find a wide range of rubber outfits, masks, shoes and boots in a variety of sizes and styles without any of them looking like you went to a fancy dress shop. Short Story Writing | Writers | Read Online | Writing Contests | Writing Software | Writing Journals | Writing A Book | Writing A Novel There you really look the part of my cleaning maid good Joanna...your next duty is to start cleaning...I think you can start in this room….your first job will be to polish all the wooden furniture.trample me so hard, that was the punishment to be away from her for 5 days.. She slaps me so hard as I dont feel I have a face. And for every punishment she Round the pulley ran a rope, and Sarah showed how one end of the rope was already fixed to the top of the longer piece of wood. The other dangled down in the middle of the room. Sarah took it and tied it off to a cleat on the wall. Well, from that day onwards, I became the real slave to a living Goddess. I could not attend to the university lectures on time and I had to service my queen I offered desultory opposition for half an hour, but before the evening was out my collaboration was committed. It's a punishment," she whispered. "Especially for women. You sit astride this plank thing with your legs up and your hands tied, so all your weight is carried by your ... Oh well, down there. A real lesson, apparently-”