Queening Stories

Caroline surprised me with a warm hug when she returned from Mrs. Crawford’s ‘tea-party’. “The ladies thought you were such a good sport, Peter. And those curtseys! Wow, I could get used to that!” she laughed, “Here, Mrs. Crawford sent you a small keepsake.” Caroline handed me the apron I had worn to the ‘event’. “I was thinking that it would be so sexy if you were to wear it here, at home when you ‘serve’ me in the eveni...

Connor liked the streak of rebellion which ran through her; she was not always the entirely obedient little slut and slave which she claimed to be. Sometimes there was a flash of defiance behind Kitty’s gorgeous blue eyes. He could see it now as she stood before him, her long legs wide and her blonde hair loose around her shoulders, letting him cup her wet pussy in his outstretched hand. He sat leaning towards her in his...

“You’ll need to give Scarlet Thursday afternoons off,” Mrs Hunter announced to her husband as she sauntered around the kitchen. Her heels clicked loudly on the tiled floor. Mr Hunter looked up from his paper. He arched an eyebrow. His coffee steamed. “She’s my secretary,” he replied in his deep seductive tone, “I do really need her every afternoon.” Mrs Hunter arched an eyebrow and muttered under her breath, “I’m sure you...