“Mary, Mary, quite contrary, how does your garden grow? With sil-” “Mrs. Smythe?” Mary whirled. “Oh! I’m sorry if I startled you.” Mary smiled. “No, no, dear, that’s all right.” “I’m Edna Lambe from the university extension.” “Yes, dear.” “I was wondering if I could talk with you for a few minutes. You have a reputation for growing prize-winning produce and I was wondering if you would share your secret. All in the name of science you understand.” ...

“But why? What did I do?” “Listen, June, it’s not you, it’s me.” June burst into tears. “Bullshit! Tell me the truth!” Because you’ve turned into a regular porker. “June … it’s just not working out.” “Three years and suddenly it’s not working out?” I had nothing, just waved my hand, shrugged. I turned and walked toward the door. “Fine,” she said through wracking sobs. “Fine, but if I can’t have you, nobody else will - ever!” ...

Nadine comes - again - making small, muffled, gasping sounds. My own vibe isn’t buzzing … for now. We’re wedged into the tool box behind the cab in Phil’s truck, belly to belly, breast to breast. I’m not gay, but Nadine’s breasts feel nice against my own, all warm and soft. I have no idea how long we’ve been travelling or where we’re going. The truck sways and rocks. I doze. ...

Nadine comes - again - making small, muffled, gasping sounds. My own vibe isn’t buzzing … for now. We’re wedged into the tool box behind the cab in Phil’s truck, belly to belly, breast to breast. I’m not gay, but Nadine’s breasts feel nice against my own, all warm and soft. I have no idea how long we’ve been travelling or where we’re going. The truck sways and rocks. I doze. ...

This particular adventure dates back a few years to when I was in college and house-sitting one summer. The house itself was outrageous – probably over 9,000 square feet and on a dozen wooded acres abutting a land conservancy so it was quite secluded. I actually was dog-sitting more than house-sitting. Roscoe was a lovable chocolate lab who needed to be looked after while his owners were away for a couple of months on a world tour – but that’s another story. ...

Authors note; This story is in response to a comment in the story by Annabelle, called “Sleep as a Settlement Girl.” This is the story of a lovely young woman who visited a club to hang out with a couple friends before leaving for a week in Cabo. However, she never met up with her friends and instead spent a few days on her own terror filled vacation. While sitting at the bar waiting, a couple men made advances. Although she refused their advances she did not refuse their offer of a couple drinks. Soon she was feeling groggy and needing to lie down. A bouncer helped her to a back room, placing her on a couch and covered her with a blanket. That was the last she remembered. That is, until… ...

Amanda, a twenty something lady from Surrey, stepped out of the shower contained in her two bedroom house with determined thought, tonight was going to be the night to try out her latest invention. It was a beautiful warm summer Friday evening finishing yet another long week as a trainee at a local engineering firm she couldn’t wait for this free weekend to come. Picking up a soft towel off the warm radiator she began to dry herself off gently rubbing every curve of her tall tanned seven-foot body and then slipping into her white cotton dressing gown to keep warm. Picking up a clean soft towel she wrapped her luscious blonde long hair up and stepped out of the bathroom into the short hallway leading to her bedroom. ...

Intro: To my readers: my apologias for not posting more stories recently, but I have been working hard on two female domination and pony books entitled, Madam in Attendance & Chloe & Me, each to be published by the end of December 2011 by Pink Flamingo publications electronically and in paperback. So I hope this new free story of female woe and sexuality tickles your fancy. Enjoy S. M. Ackerman. (2011) ...

Story entry in the 2011 Winter Fetish Stories Contest My wife was very understanding when I told her I had not wanted to go out tonight as we had originally planned. I had spent all week in a conference with various worldwide department managers for the company that I am employed by. An important project had gone bad, and we were tasked with finding ways of ensuring we do not repeat the same mistakes next time. However several factions were pointing fingers at one another, causing tempers to flair. Two of the foreign members of the group allowed their ethnic enmity get the better of them and it turned into name calling, which quickly devolved into a fist fight. ...

This story was an entry into the 2011 Winter Fetish Story Contest My wife was very understanding when I told her I had not wanted to go out tonight as we had originally planned. I had spent all week in a conference with various worldwide department managers for the company that I am employed by. An important project had gone bad, and we were tasked with finding ways of ensuring we do not repeat the same mistakes next time. However several factions were pointing fingers at one another, causing tempers to flair. Two of the foreign members of the group allowed their ethnic enmity get the better of them and it turned into name calling, which quickly devolved into a fist fight. ...

This story was an entry into the 2011 Winter Fetish Story Contest ***Adam*** As instructed, my preparations for tonight started with a thorough cleaning, inside and out. After the water ran clear, Brandon’s instructions next required me to insert a wireless egg and a vibrating butt plug. The plug was chosen because it was large enough to stay in place through some action; The egg, because its frenzied vibrations drove my prostate to spasm. The remote controls for both devices were each M.I.A, presumably in Brandon’s possession. ...

Story entry in the 2011 Winter Fetish Stories Contest ***Adam*** As instructed, my preparations for tonight started with a thorough cleaning, inside and out. After the water ran clear, Brandon’s instructions next required me to insert a wireless egg and a vibrating butt plug. The plug was chosen because it was large enough to stay in place through some action; The egg, because its frenzied vibrations drove my prostate to spasm. The remote controls for both devices were each M.I.A, presumably in Brandon’s possession. ...

This story was an entry into the 2011 Winter Fetish Story Contest Somewhere during the evening news I’d slipped off to sleep, and now it was celebrity gossip to which I was awoken, by the cloths dryer buzzer going off. In the basement I’m greeted by the heady scent of detergent, as I walk barefoot across the concrete floor. It’s then that I spot it, as I take one of my work shirt to a waiting hanger. Our Darlex sleep sack is hanging innocently on the clothes line. It’s dry now but one could hardly call it innocent, I reminisce as I gather the clothes I need to hang. ...

Story entry in the 2011 Winter Fetish Stories Contest Somewhere during the evening news I’d slipped off to sleep, and now it was celebrity gossip to which I was awoken, by the cloths dryer buzzer going off. In the basement I’m greeted by the heady scent of detergent, as I walk barefoot across the concrete floor. It’s then that I spot it, as I take one of my work shirt to a waiting hanger. Our Darlex sleep sack is hanging innocently on the clothes line. It’s dry now but one could hardly call it innocent, I reminisce as I gather the clothes I need to hang. ...

continued from final mistake part one So it’s been about 6 years since I wrote last. I’m still planning my escape but it not going easy as I’ve tried on a couple occasions to run but didn’t get very far. I’ll explain what happened. The normal routine used to be that after work I was put into my straitjacket and allowed to roam my house dragging the chain attached to my collar behind me. One day while she was making garlic toast in the oven and it burned real bad. Smoke filled the house so thick that she decided to open the door to air the place out. That’s when I made a break for it. I ran for the door before she had time to react. I got all the way out of the yard and was heading for the road when I tripped and fell. I struggled to get up and by the time I did she was already half way between me and the house and coming fast. I started off on a run but didn’t get very far because when I tumbled I fell over a shrub in the yard and the loose chain got caught on the shrub and I came to a sudden stop and was again knocked backwards off my feet. ...

This story was an entry into the 2011 Winter Fetish Story Contest - continued from final mistake part one So it’s been about 6 years since I wrote last. I’m still planning my escape but it not going easy as I’ve tried on a couple occasions to run but didn’t get very far. I’ll explain what happened. The normal routine used to be that after work I was put into my straitjacket and allowed to roam my house dragging the chain attached to my collar behind me. One day while she was making garlic toast in the oven and it burned real bad. Smoke filled the house so thick that she decided to open the door to air the place out. That’s when I made a break for it. I ran for the door before she had time to react. I got all the way out of the yard and was heading for the road when I tripped and fell. I struggled to get up and by the time I did she was already half way between me and the house and coming fast. I started off on a run but didn’t get very far because when I tumbled I fell over a shrub in the yard and the loose chain got caught on the shrub and I came to a sudden stop and was again knocked backwards off my feet. ...

This story was an entry into the 2011 Winter Fetish Story Contest I walk in the door to my home after just finishing another exhausting week of teaching business classes at an intercity high school in the southwest. I am surprised to discover that my Mistress is sitting on the couch wearing her black Spandex catsuit holding her riding crop in her hand. As I walk over to my Mistress, she commands me, “Kneel in front of me, my sex slave!” I then set my computer bag down and kneel in front of my mistress. ...

Story entry in the 2011 Winter Fetish Stories Contest I walk in the door to my home after just finishing another exhausting week of teaching business classes at an intercity high school in the southwest. I am surprised to discover that my Mistress is sitting on the couch wearing her black Spandex catsuit holding her riding crop in her hand. As I walk over to my Mistress, she commands me, “Kneel in front of me, my sex slave!” I then set my computer bag down and kneel in front of my mistress. ...

This story was an entry into the 2011 Winter Fetish Story Contest Carly checked her watch, tossed back the last of her wine, stood, brushed the sand from her ass, and headed into the trees to pee. Cary followed her. Even out here the ten o’clock rule applied. Back home she would have prepared for bed, stripped and presented herself naked, bearing her wrist and ankle cuffs. Paul would lock them on her, then lead her into the bedroom where he would lock her collar to the bed chain. ...

Story entry in the 2011 Winter Fetish Stories Contest Carly checked her watch, tossed back the last of her wine, stood, brushed the sand from her ass, and headed into the trees to pee. Cary followed her. Even out here the ten o’clock rule applied. Back home she would have prepared for bed, stripped and presented herself naked, bearing her wrist and ankle cuffs. Paul would lock them on her, then lead her into the bedroom where he would lock her collar to the bed chain. ...