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My Strict Young Governess Ch. 04 The Little Red Book By Susan Greenway [You may find this story more enjoyable if you read My Strict Young Governess Chs. 1, 2 & 3, in which the characters are introduced. However, you may also read this one and decide if it is to your fancy. This story involves severe discipline and bodily functions. If either of these topics bothers you, please do not read the story. All characters are well over 18.] Suzanne, my 25-year-old governess, had been living with my husband and me for a few months. The experience with her controlling everything I do has been exhilarating. I'm 45 and had been married for about 25 years but felt I needed someone to take charge of me, other than my husband. Ned was a good provider and great in bed. For reasons I probably will never be able to explain, I wanted a strict young woman to supervise me in all my doings. Suzanne had met the need, including the major need I have to be embarrassed and humiliated. She decided on

I swear we were not playing Truth or Dare. My friends Lenny and Quinn were hanging out at my place to discuss our upcoming 4th of July holiday weekend at the Queen's Landing Resort when Quinn dared me to spend the entire long weekend as Kayla Kaye. Before I could answer she defined the entire long weekend as from the time I stepped out of my front door for departure to the time we arrived home on Sunday evening. She claimed that she would check my luggage for "Kent Holtz" clothing if she needed to. I looked over to my old friend Lenny for support. Lenny is a little bit of a freak, so he was laughing and giggling and telling me to accept the dare. As usual, Lenny was no help because he loves nothing more than to strain his neck muscles trying peek at what I might be wearing. I mean, show Lenny just a hint of a brightly colored waistband of bikini brief panties and he's trying to dry hump me. But let me be clear, I may allow Lenny to get his freak on, but I have never

Hello again, my lovely little bitch boy. It's been a while since Miss Rhiannon has come to play. Did you miss me, my precious little bitch? I knew you would, and I have the perfect sort of play for us to indulge in: I want to use you. Yes, I absolutely do! How will I use you? That's a perfectly understandable question, and the answer is: however the fuck I want. So, buckle up because Miss Rhiannon is about to make her little bitch her favorite piece of furniture. Welcome back to my lair, er, home. It seems bare, doesn't it? No tables or chairs. Nowhere to sit, really. It's quite odd, because there's no way anyone could picture me sitting on the floor, being so lowly. Well, do I have a little surprise for you today. I emerge from a bedroom, dressed for the occasion - a vinyl corset, thigh high boots, my hair in a high ponytail to show off my features. You're still standing in my empty living room, looking around, when you see me. Our eyes meet for a moment and

At three o'clock in the morning, Jane drove to Veronica's apartment to pick her up for their early flight. As always, the Asian supervisor was ready to go, already wearing business attire and makeup. Remembering Jane's punctuality from their old company, Veronica made sure to be ready as soon as she arrived. The Latina ran downstairs, wearing the same comfortable outfit she wore when she first arrived in New York. Though she didn't consider herself dressed up, aside from a light amount of makeup, Jane still found her breathtaking. "Good morning, Jane," she said, getting into the car. "Good morning, Veronica." They drove off to the airport, with the sun nowhere in sight. Though Veronica knew it was a long shot, she hoped they would start talking in the car and mend their relationship. Unfortunately, Jane was intent on remaining dead silent. "So, this is your new car?" Veronica asked, hoping to open the line of communication. "Yeah, I

Chapter 1 Widow Willow Parker sat at the dinner table with her daughter, biting an expensively maintained finger-nail in frustration. Celeste had arrived home from New York, half a world away, to be with her mother for her father's funeral. Vincent had died suddenly. Wife, daughter, closest extended family and some friends, were aware he'd suffered the penalty of leaving gonorrhoea untreated. The sexually transmitted bacterial infection finally raged out of control and in distress and sham, Vincente shot himself fatally. Willow was advised by her law consultants to neither confirm nor deny the specific cause of death, other than to say the root cause was a rampant virus. "Why," Celeste asked, comforting her mother. She was told because while people might think they knew the reason behind her husband's sudden deterioration in health, specifics were lacking because Chief Coroner Moodie decided full details of the death would not be disclosed publicly following rep