28 February 2015 POW
This week's image is of a beautiful blonde in her white slip, leaning against the hallway wall as you arrive home. What could she be waiting for I wonder??
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Tied Up Tuesday 24 February 2015
This week's Damsel in Distress is from usernetbinaries is a beautiful blonde in a satin and very colourful blouse, black skirt nicely rucked up by her squirming as she tries unsuccessfully to loosen her complete hogtie.
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A selection of random stories from Steve Zink and myself, Petra Jane.
Thursday, 27 September 2007
Martin was about to sit down with the evening paper, after his solitary evening meal, when a flyer fell out of it. The flyer advertised a new club and offered free admission that night only. The pictures of skimpily dressed waitresses and the... Read More...
Christopher was looking forward to the weekend. As they say, today's Friday, the weekend starts here!Tonight was the best day of the week as far as Chris was concerned. Work was done for the week, almost the entire weekend was clear, no visitors, no need to go out if he didn't have to, but he probably would, once or twice, anyway.Arriving at his home, he let himself in, locked up, drew the curtains and went upstairs to prepare his things, then himself.First, he drew the bedroom curtains, then opening the wardrobe doors, started to get everything he would need for the weekend. First, his underwear, a pair of cotton panties, to catch any leakage should he get overexcited. Then his white panty corselet, and his favorite purple bra as the corselet never quite held the breast forms in place just right. A pair of black tights, a pair of purple nylon panties and a lacy red short slip completed the underwear selection.A white blouse, a short black semi-fitted jacket, a tight red mini skirt and a pair of white shoes, with a comfortable two-inch heels, finished off his outfit. Chris was a crossdresser, but he was also taking some arcane herbs from the local Chinese health store, just down the road, so he had hopes that things may one day change. Old Mr Chin was half blind, but he knew his stuff, and seemed open to helping Chris to become Kitty, his female alter-ego as it were, even accepting "her" help in the store from time to time.
My thanks to Steve Zink for his editing skillsThis story makes reference to an actual person, this is coincidental and nothing is meant by this. No profit has been nor will be made by the author, it is a fantasy story only. ========================================================== This story is set a few years ago. The singer was trying to get her big break, but so far the only gigs she could get were in seedy bars or mob joints. Tonight's gig was no exception, other than it was a higher class joint than she usually managed to get a tryout in. As she set up for tonight's gig, Anna noticed that there were three thugs giving her the eye from the floor. She asked the lead guitarist about them. "The guy in the middle, the one in the flashy suit, he's the local Don, you know, the Capo of New Jersey. The other two, well, they're bad news, the short one on the left, he's Tony 'Fingers', the Don's hitter. He's called 'Fingers', cos he takes a finger off his victims to prove to his Capo he did kill them. The other, he's Georgi 'The Knife' Andretti. You can guess how he got his 'name' as a made man, I'm sure," he warned the girl. "Eeuu, no wonder they make me nervous!"
Just received a parcel and in it are some AWESOME boots! Black leather, over the knee and 4" spike heels!Surprising comfortable to wear even with fishnets on. Normally when wearing fishnets, even with a pair of normal tights underneath, the net really irritates around the toes and heels in shoes. But with these boots they are amazingly comfortable.
Monica Loses Her Memory. (A Touched by an Angel fanfic).I do not claim Monica, Andrew or Tess as my characters, I'm just borrowing them and receive no income from doing so. All copyrights are freely acknowledged and respected."Miss Wings, the Father has an assignment for you." Stated Tess, a large elderly black woman with silver highlights in her mainly black hair.
"Oh Tess, what is it, do you know who needs our help?" Monica said, quite excitedly with a lovely Irish lilt in her voice.
Ever find yourself stuck for something to do overnight or at a weekend? Then Mistress Petra has just the thing to lift that boredom!Let Mistress Petra tell you what to do, what to wear, from panties to shoes, from bra to how to dress, and then, how to spend the night or weekend!I've been working on a php created page that will give you a different set of instructions each time you visit (though after a few months, you'll probably get to wear the same items more than once)!It's almost there, but Mistress Petra bids you visit today and do as you are told! Mistress Petra says, you must allow popups to access the page!Start your training now!
After a very enjoyable evening, I thought you might like to see the results of what happened last night when I got home.Arriving home from a stressful day at the office I went upstairs to get changed from my office outfit of white blouse and long flowing black floral skirt and low heels into a more casual jeans and top. However, when I walked into the bedroom, I found THE CHAIR was ready for me!
Pete and May Ling worked at the same firm though in different departments and although Pete had repeatedly tried to talk May Ling into going out with him, she had never said yes. It certainly wasn't because Pete was unpleasant, in fact he was a real gentleman, if a few years older than May Ling, and he wasn't exactly bad looking. He sure wasn't a Tom Cruise or George Clooney, but he was no dog either.
May Ling on the other hand was a drop dead gorgeous raven haired oriental beauty of Chinese ancestry, a few generations back, now she was as American as Pete, but was never seen in the company of males.
Anyway, she had finally agreed to let him be her escort to a costume party she had been invited to this very evening. The only conditions she had imposed were that she would provide the costume and he must present himself at her apartment, freshly shaven and casually dressed, two hours before they were due to go. Pete was delighted with the chance to go out with her, even as an escort, rather than on a "proper" date.
Two hours before the party, on the dot, Pete presented himself at May Ling's door, a bunch of roses in his hand.
"Oh, that's so sweet Pete, thank you. You didn't need to you know. But thank you!" May Ling said as she took the flowers and gave Pete a quick peck on the cheek. She smelt WONDERFUL.
"Now, you don't mind coming with me tonight do you Pete? I really do appreciate this. It's the sort of party that if you come alone, you are hit upon from the minute you walk though the door and it's a family thing so I HAVE to go." She asked him as she handed him a cool drink for it was yet another hot night in the middle of summer.