***WARNING: NON-CONSENSUAL FUCKERY AHEAD***
This story contains elements of coercion, blackmail and body modification in the context of heavy BDSM. Daphne is hereby acknowledged to be a narcissistic sociopath at best or a functional psychotic at worst. I want to portray her as a monster, so don't be surprised when she does monstrous things. Nobody should do any of this stuff to anybody in real life. Now, let the depravity begin.
Tiffany Stein knew she was born for the pageant stage, but never had her chance when she was younger. Both her parents were academics and thought pageants were silly, forcing Tiffany to focus on her studies; as an only child they were able to devote a lot of attention to her. They had passed while she was in her early twenties, and she thought it would be best to honor them by fulfilling their wishes.
Olivia made her way to the front door, adjusting both her dress and hair as she approached. Making sure she looked as immaculate as possible. Olivia then knocked on the door and was quickly greeted by a beautiful woman wearing only a satin robe. "Olivia, sweetheart please go on through." Olivia smiled, nodding her head graciously accepting.
Olivia entered the living room that was lit only by a large roaring fire that created a picturesque and romantic scene.
This story was written in collaboration with Sam Vimes, who had read my previous Ms Kissme stories, Summoned by the Headmaster and Taken by the Headmaster, and wondered what would happen if this naughty teacher were to get drunk and steal the Headmaster's cane. We alternated the writing, bringing in his equally willful character of woman police constable Lindsay Laweles, who, it is fair to say, opened sweet little Kate's eyes in many ways!
SS21:
"Step-Mommie Dearest"
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This is another case in which I wish these stories could be posted under more than one category. For example, while "PM" could fall under either BDSM or Non-Consent, this one could also belong to either of those, or Lesbian Sex in this case, although...well, actually, I don't want to give you any spoilers, so I'll let that go unfinished. Oh well, I prefer to classify stories like this as LesBDSM, a combination genre, though on the site it will be just plain BDSM, as it's more that than anything else.
Hello again! Sorry for my hiatus, genuinely, but there is more where this came from. This is a little story about submission and (bi)sexuality. I hope you will enjoy. Thank you to LaRascasse and TRCIII for looking this over :). And, as always, all characters in this story are eighteen years old or above. All readers should also be eighteen years or above. -L
Dozens of eyes followed me and with nowhere to hide, I feigned confidence.
I don't know why I lied about the stupid vase.
It was an accident, a simple slip of my hand as I was dusting the shelf, an unfortunate vibration that caused the ancient ornament to topple over and fall to the floor, shattering into a million pieces. It wasn't even that pretty. I'm sure that Miss Ford wouldn't have batted an eyelid if I'd only come clean about it and told her what happened in the first place.