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The Petticoat

by adat on Feb 6, 2007
Fetish

Tyra didn't know what had possessed her to try it on in the first place, but that didn't matter now because she couldn't take it off. She took a deep, calming breath and tried again to remove it. Just to budge the damn thing would be nice. She searched the waistband with her hands, hoping to find a clasp or some sort of release mechanism, but just like every...

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David's Tall Girls' School Ch. 20

by Thorilla on Sep 19, 2017
Fetish

(It was late autumn of 1960 and I, David Shaw, was 20 years old and was following my hobby of bird watching. I had unfortunately been detained by Amelia Wiff-Naseford, headmistress, for being an alleged 'Peeping Tom' in the grounds of 'Dentwood Finishing School for Tall Girls aged 18 to 20 years old' one Friday. There were 120 girls registered at the school....

The Adventures of Polly Pt. 02

by CyrusL on Jun 8, 2020
BDSM

Next morning by 7.45am there was still no sign of Polly. This was not going to be a very auspicious start to my obedience course, but it gave me the opportunity to make her lack of punctuality as good an example as any of behaviour to be avoided. At 8.03 Polly casually strolled into my office. "Sorry I'm late, Boss. I missed my bus." I really couldn't be...

David's Tall Girls' School Ch. 11

by Thorilla on Sep 19, 2017
Fetish

(It was late autumn of 1960 and I, David Shaw, was 20 years old and was following my hobby of bird watching. I had unfortunately been detained by Amelia Wiff-Naseford, headmistress, for being an alleged 'Peeping Tom' in the grounds of 'Dentwood Finishing School for Tall Girls aged 18 to 20 years old'. There were 120 girls registered at the school. Clearly I...

David's Tall Girls' School Ch. 02

by Thorilla on Sep 19, 2017
Fetish

(It was late autumn of 1960 and I was 20 years old and was following my hobby of bird watching. I had unfortunately been captured by Amelia Wiff-Naseford, headmistress, for being a Peeping Tom in the grounds of 'Dentwood Finishing School for Tall Girls aged 18 to 20 years old'. I had decided not to get the police involved by agreeing to submit myself to th...

Smita's Mistake

by madhav on Sep 26, 2017
BDSM

My phone rings. "Hello, Smita here.... Yes sir, I'll be in your office in two minutes." His voice sounds irritated, even slightly angry. I feel nervous as I tread the corridor to his office. It is unlike him. He is always so kind. He never criticizes me and he always understands if I am ill or late. He is the perfect boss and this job is easily the best I ha...

David's Tall Girls' School Ch. 03

by Thorilla on Sep 19, 2017
Fetish

(It was late autumn of 1960 and I was 20 years old and was following my hobby of bird watching. I had unfortunately been captured by Amelia Wiff-Naseford, headmistress, for apparently being a Peeping Tom in the grounds of 'Dentwood Finishing School for Tall Girls aged 18 to 20 years old'. I had decided not to get the police involved by agreeing to submit m...

David's French Tutor Ch. 02

by Thorilla on Aug 29, 2017
Fetish

(It was 1885, and as a nineteen year old boy I was staying with family friends at their large house in the English Midlands. I was there to learn French conversation under the tutelage of Miss. Marie; the family had two 18 year old twins, Anna and Sarah who were also learning French with me) * Miss. Marie stood up and rearranged her petticoats carefully, s...

David's French Tutor Ch. 01

by Thorilla on Sep 19, 2017
Fetish

(I found this moving account of my great, great uncle David's struggle to learn a foreign language and the methods they used to teach French to those who were ungifted linguistically. His words are taken verbatim from a secret diary he kept when he was 19 years old). * In 1885, when I was 19, my parents told me that I needed to pass the Civil Service exam...

Mrs Johnson's Opening Gambit

by adoration on Sep 1, 2017
First Time

It was 10 years ago now, but I can remember every sight, sound and smell of that incredible week-end. Mum had to go up to London for reasons she never explained and while I was 18-years-old I was still very much a "mummy's boy". Crikey, have I grown up! Anyway, mum called over the back yard fence and our neighbour, Mrs Johnson came out and walked down her g...