[Vernon] I confess that, as I watched the carriages from just beyond the hedge, I too was surprised by the well of emotions that stirred within me. I found myself standing there, empty-eyed, staring as the long train of horse-drawn buggies pulled out off the courtyard, filled with excited servants and their luggage. All of them tailed after the most elegant, ivory white, freight which led the procession. Within, I imagine...

As I stared up at the ceiling, contemplating my own existence, I couldn't help but retrace the last few weeks in my mind. My girlfriend had just broken up with me, apparently, she had met someone else and had been cheating on me for months. The same week, I found out that my company was laying people off and I was about to lose my job too. This is how I ended up at age twenty-five, living with my mom again. It wasn't all...

I own a successful training company specializing in courses for large Blue-Chip enterprises. The job excites me, always has, and I get to spend the majority of my time traveling. I also get the benefit of being able to work from home. The workweek is typical, Monday through Friday, nothing out of the ordinary, so I look for ways to spice it up, so to speak. That is where my passion for corporal punishment comes in. I have...

Bancroft Hall, Dorsetshire, England. September 1902. In the late afternoon of the second day after her arrival at Bancroft, the countess returned from a ride and found me in her sunlit bedroom tidying up, as befits a lady’s maid. I noticed she was moving stiffly and enquired as to the problem. ‘I almost fell off my horse in the woods on the far side of the lake,’ she answered, her slight German accent noticeable in the qu...

“Hi, Mrs. Oliver. Any special requests for your cleaning today or just the usual?” “Just the usual today, Jill, but I do have some special requests for next week. We can talk about that when you’re done.” “Sounds good. I’ll make sure to chat before I leave.” Jill began her weekly cleaning of the Oliver residence in the kitchen as usual. She washed the dishes, scrubbed the countertops, and mopped the floor. After the kitch...

Greetings, pervs, and pervettes. I'm Beth, a twenty-six-year-old, who's wandering aimlessly since graduating from UCLA with a degree in Italian Renaissance Literature. With such a practical degree I knew opportunity would soon come banging on my door replacing the student loan vampires currently camped at my Westwood double-wide. Broke and desperate, my nerves were as frayed as the jeans I've worn during my seven years of...

The next few days were bliss.  Justine rushed home from college each day to be transformed into Aunty Sophie’s niece as she tried on all the outfits they had chosen at the shops.  Justine, with a bit of makeup and the right clothes had become a beautiful young woman.  She learnt the power of a peeping lacy slip could make men weak at the knees.  Sophie also lent Justine some more lingerie until she was able to build up he...

In the low light of the master bedroom, leaning forward with eagerness and lust, Matilda watched her husband fuck the maid. The other woman prostrated herself on hands and knees, struggling for breath as she crouched on Matilda's marital bed with her long black hair falling in front of her pretty face. Young and busty in a flower-print dress, her dusky Latina features glistened with sweat from the wild and strong fucking...

My neighbour was looking for a cleaner over the summer while she worked away and, being young, around eighteen, I jumped at the opportunity to help. I needed a job to help fund me through college and this seemed like a convenient option, being that I lived right next door. On my first day, I arrived early in some baggy jeans and an old sweater, my neighbour Carla, showed where everything was, handed me a list of chores an...

As agreed, the next day, I was delivered to Phoebe’s salon. She spent a lot of time closely shaving my face and applying layers of makeup. I watched this process in the mirror and was astonished to see the way she was able to project the face of a passable, rather sexy woman onto the features of a dull, middle-aged male. I was then dressed again and instructed to practise walking, sitting, bending, curtseying and standing...

Working next door, as usual, the next day, Jennifer invited me into her private parlour for a little chat. “I discussed your financial ‘issues’ with Mummy yesterday. You may be surprised to learn that she was impressed with your domestic service the other day. She was planning a ladies’ tea-party this week, but unfortunately, her maid has been called away on family business. Mummy suggested that she might be willing to pa...